Job 41:23–30

23 The folds of its flesh are tightly joined;

they are firm and immovable.

24 Its chest is hard as rock,

hard as a lower millstone.

25 When it rises up, the mighty are terrified;

they retreat before its thrashing.

26 The sword that reaches it has no effect,

nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.

27 Iron it treats like straw

and bronze like rotten wood.

28 Arrows do not make it flee;

slingstones are like chaff to it.

29 A club seems to it but a piece of straw;

it laughs at the rattling of the lance.

30 Its undersides are jagged potsherds,

leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together:

They are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

24 His heart is as firm as a stone;

Yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:

By reason of breakings they purify themselves.

26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:

The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

27 He esteemeth iron as straw,

And brass as rotten wood.

28 The arrow cannot make him flee:

Slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

29 Darts are counted as stubble:

He laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

30 Sharp stones are under him:

He spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

23 Its flesh is hard and firm

and cannot be penetrated.

24 Its heart is hard as rock,

hard as a millstone.

25 When it rises, the mighty are afraid,

gripped by terror.

26 No sword can stop it,

no spear, dart, or javelin.

27 Iron is nothing but straw to that creature,

and bronze is like rotten wood.

28 Arrows cannot make it flee.

Stones shot from a sling are like bits of grass.

29 Clubs are like a blade of grass,

and it laughs at the swish of javelins.

30 Its belly is covered with scales as sharp as glass.

It plows up the ground as it drags through the mud.

23 The folds of his flesh are joined together;

They are firm on him and cannot be moved.

24 His heart is as hard as stone,

Even as hard as the lower millstone.

25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid;

Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.

26 Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail;

Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.

27 He regards iron as straw,

And bronze as rotten wood.

28 The arrow cannot make him flee;

Slingstones become like stubble to him.

29 Darts are regarded as straw;

He laughs at the threat of javelins.

30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds;

He spreads pointed marks in the mire.

23 The folds of its skin are tightly joined;

they are set and cannot be moved.

24 Its chest is as hard as a rock,

even as hard as a grinding stone.

25 The powerful fear its terrible looks

and draw back in fear as it moves.

26 The sword that hits it does not hurt it,

nor the arrows, darts, and spears.

27 It treats iron as if it were straw

and bronze metal as if it were rotten wood.

28 It does not run away from arrows;

stones from slings are like chaff to it.

29 Clubs feel like pieces of straw to it,

and it laughs when they shake a spear at it.

30 The underside of its body is like broken pieces of pottery.

It leaves a trail in the mud like a threshing board.

23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together:

They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

24 His heart is as firm as a stone;

Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid:

By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

26 If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail;

Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27 He counteth iron as straw,

And brass as rotten wood.

28 The arrow cannot make him flee:

Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

29 Clubs are counted as stubble:

He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds:

He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved. 24 His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether millstone. 25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation. 26 If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon. 27 He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. 28 The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble. 29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. 30 His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.

23 The folds of its flesh stick to each other. 

They are solid and cannot be moved. 

24 Its chest is solid like a rock, 

solid like a millstone. 

25 “The mighty are afraid when Leviathan rises. 

Broken down, they draw back. 

26 A sword may strike it but not pierce it. 

Neither will a spear, lance, or dart. 

27 It considers iron to be like straw 

and bronze to be like rotten wood. 

28 An arrow won’t make it run away. 

Stones from a sling turn to dust against it. 

29 It considers clubs to be like stubble, 

and it laughs at a rattling javelin. 

30 Its underside is like sharp pieces of broken pottery. 

It stretches out like a threshingsledge on the mud. 

23 The folds of his flesh are joined together,

solid as metal and immovable.

24 His heart is as hard as a rock,

as hard as a lower millstone!

25 When Leviathan rises, the mighty are terrified;

they withdraw because of his thrashing.

26 The sword that reaches him will have no effect,

nor will a spear, dart, or arrow.

27 He regards iron as straw,

and bronze as rotten wood.

28 No arrow can make him flee;

slingstones become like stubble to him.

29 A club is regarded as stubble,

and he laughs at the sound of a javelin.

30 His undersides are jagged potsherds,

spreading the mud like a threshing sledge.

23 The folds of its flesh cling together;

it is firmly cast and immovable.

24 Its heart is as hard as stone,

as hard as the lower millstone.

25 When it raises itself up the gods are afraid;

at the crashing they are beside themselves.

26 Though the sword reaches it, it does not avail,

nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

27 It counts iron as straw

and bronze as rotten wood.

28 The arrow cannot make it flee;

slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff.

29 Clubs are counted as chaff;

it laughs at the rattle of javelins.

30 Its underparts are like sharp potsherds;

it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

23 Its flesh’s folds of skin cling together;

it is cast on it—it will not be moved.

24 Its heart is cast as stone;

yes, it is cast as the lower millstone.

25 When it raises itself, the mighty ones are terrified;

they retreat because of its thrashing.

26 Reaching it with the sword does not avail,

nor with the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

27 It regards iron as straw,

bronze as rotten wood.

28 An arrow will not make it flee;

sling stones are turned to stubble for it.

29 Clubs are regarded as stubble,

and it laughs at the short sword’s rattle.

30 “Its underparts are shards of a potsherd;

it moves over mud like a threshing sledge.

23 Its rolls of fat are close together.

They are firm and can’t be moved.

24 Its chest is as hard as rock.

It is as hard as a lower millstone.

25 When the leviathan rises up,

even mighty people are terrified.

They run away when it moves around wildly.

26 A sword that strikes it has no effect.

Neither does a spear or dart or javelin.

27 It treats iron as if it were straw.

It crushes bronze as if it were rotten wood.

28 Arrows do not make it run away.

Stones that are thrown from slings are like straw hitting it.

29 A club seems like a piece of straw to it.

It laughs when it hears a javelin rattling.

30 Its undersides are like broken pieces of pottery.

It leaves a trail in the mud like a threshing sled.

23 “The folds of his flesh are joined together,

Firm on him and immovable.

24 “His heart is as hard as a stone,

Even as hard as a lower millstone.

25 “When he raises himself up, the mighty fear;

Because of the crashing they are bewildered.

26 “The sword that reaches him cannot avail,

Nor the spear, the dart or the javelin.

27 “He regards iron as straw,

Bronze as rotten wood.

28 “The arrow cannot make him flee;

Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.

29 “Clubs are regarded as stubble;

He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.

30 “His underparts are like sharp potsherds;

He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.