Job 41
Open in the reader1Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?
2No one is so fierce as to rouse The-Twisting-Serpent. Then who is able to stand against Me?
3Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
4I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.
5Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?
6Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?
7His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.
8One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.
9They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.
10His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
11Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!
12Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
13His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.
14Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.
15The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
16His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!
17When The-Twisting-Serpent rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.
18The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.
19He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
20No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.
21A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.
22His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.
23He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the Sea like a jar of ointment.
24He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!
25Nothing on earth is his equal— a creature devoid of fear!
26He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”