Job 41:15–33

¹⁵“Its ¹strong scales are its pride,

Shut up as with a tight seal.

¹⁶“One is so near to another

That no air can come between them.

¹⁷“They cling one to another;

They are interlocked and cannot be separated.

¹⁸“Its sneezes flash forth light,

And its eyes are like the ^aeyelids of the morning.

¹⁹“Out of its mouth go burning torches;

Sparks of fire ¹leap forth.

²⁰“Out of its nostrils smoke goes forth

As from a boiling pot and burning reeds.

²¹“Its breath kindles coals,

And a flame goes forth from its mouth.

²²“In its neck lodges strength,

And dismay leaps before it.

²³“The folds of its flesh cling together,

Hardened upon it and is not shaken.

²⁴“Its heart is as hard as a stone,

Even as hard as a lower millstone.

²⁵“When it raises itself up, the ¹mighty fear,

Because of the crashing they are ²bewildered.

²⁶“The sword that reaches it cannot avail,

Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

²⁷“It regards iron as straw,

Bronze as rotten wood.

²⁸“The ¹arrow cannot make it flee;

Slingstones are turned into stubble for it.

²⁹“Clubs are regarded as stubble;

It laughs at the rattling of the javelin.

³⁰“Its underparts are like sharp potsherds;

It ¹spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.

³¹“It makes the depths boil like a pot;

It makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

³²“Behind it, it makes a wake to shine;

One would think the deep to be gray-haired.

³³“^aThere is nothing upon the ¹dust like it,

One made without terror.