Job 41:9–33

⁹Indeed, any hope of overcoming him is false;

Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him?

¹⁰No one is so fierce that he would dare stir him up.

Who then is able to stand against Me?

^11cWho has preceded Me, that I should pay him?

^dEverything under heaven is Mine.

¹²“I will not ⁴conceal his limbs,

His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.

¹³Who can ⁵remove his outer coat?

Who can approach him with a double bridle?

¹⁴Who can open the doors of his face,

With his terrible teeth all around?

¹⁵His rows of ⁶scales are his pride,

Shut up tightly as with a seal;

¹⁶One is so near another

That no air can come between them;

¹⁷They are joined one to another,

They stick together and cannot be parted.

¹⁸His sneezings flash forth light,

And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹⁹Out of his mouth go burning lights;

Sparks of fire shoot out.

²⁰Smoke goes out of his nostrils,

As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

²¹His breath kindles coals,

And a flame goes out of his mouth.

²²Strength dwells in his neck,

And ⁷sorrow dances before him.

²³The folds of his flesh are joined together;

They are firm on him and cannot be moved.

²⁴His heart is as hard as stone,

Even as hard as the lower millstone.

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

Because of his crashings they ⁸are beside themselves.

²⁶Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail;

Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.

²⁷He regards iron as straw,

And bronze as rotten wood.

²⁸The arrow cannot make him flee;

Slingstones become like stubble to him.

²⁹Darts are regarded as straw;

He laughs at the threat of javelins.

³⁰His undersides are like sharp potsherds;

He spreads pointed marks in the mire.

³¹He makes the deep boil like a pot;

He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

³²He leaves a shining wake behind him;

One would think the deep had white hair.

³³On earth there is nothing like him,

Which is made without fear.