# Job 41 (New King James Version)
God's Power in the Leviathan

##### Chapter 41
###### 1 "Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook,  
Or _snare_ his tongue with a line _which_ you lower?  

###### 2 Can you put a reed through his nose,  
Or pierce his jaw with a hook?  

###### 3 Will he make many supplications to you?  
Will he speak softly to you?  

###### 4 Will he make a covenant with you?  
Will you take him as a servant forever?  

###### 5 Will you play with him as _with_ a bird,  
Or will you leash him for your maidens?  

###### 6 Will _your_ companions make a banquet of him?  
Will they apportion him among the merchants?  

###### 7 Can you fill his skin with harpoons,  
Or his head with fishing spears?  

###### 8 Lay your hand on him;  
Remember the battle--  
Never do it again!  

###### 9 Indeed, _any_ hope of _overcoming_ him is false;  
Shall _one not_ be overwhelmed at the sight of him?  

###### 10 No one _is so_ fierce that he would dare stir him up.  
Who then is able to stand against Me?  

###### 11 Who has preceded Me, that I should pay _him?_  
Everything under heaven is Mine.

###### 12 "I will not conceal his limbs,  
His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.  

###### 13 Who can remove his outer coat?  
Who can approach _him_ with a double bridle?  

###### 14 Who can open the doors of his face,  
_With_ his terrible teeth all around?  

###### 15 _His_ rows of scales are _his_ pride,  
Shut up tightly _as with_ a seal;  

###### 16 One is so near another  
That no air can come between them;  

###### 17 They are joined one to another,  
They stick together and cannot be parted.  

###### 18 His sneezings flash forth light,  
And his eyes _are_ like the eyelids of the morning.  

###### 19 Out of his mouth go burning lights;  
Sparks of fire shoot out.  

###### 20 Smoke goes out of his nostrils,  
As _from_ a boiling pot and burning rushes.  

###### 21 His breath kindles coals,  
And a flame goes out of his mouth.  

###### 22 Strength dwells in his neck,  
And sorrow dances before him.  

###### 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.  

###### 31 He makes the deep boil like a pot;  
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.  

###### 32 He leaves a shining wake behind him;  
_One_ would think the deep had white hair.  

###### 33 On earth there is nothing like him,  
Which is made without fear.  

###### 34 He beholds every high _thing;_  
He _is_ king over all the children of pride."