The Book of Job Chapter 41 – New King James Version (NKJV) – Audio Bible

Chapter 41. Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook Or snare his tongue with a line which You lower Can you put a reed through his nose or Pierce his jaw with a hook Will he make many supplications to you Will he speak softly to you Will he make a covenant with you Will you take him as a servant forever Will you play with him as with a bird or Will you leash him for your maidens Will your companions make a banquet of Him will they apportion him among the Merchants Can you fill his skin with harpoons or His head with fishing Spears Lay your hand on him Remember the battle Never do it again Indeed any hope of overcoming him is False Shall one not be overwhelmed at the Sight of him No one is so Fierce that he would dare Stir him up Who then is able to stand against me Who has preceded me that I should pay Him Everything under Heaven Is Mine I will not conceal his limbs his mighty Power or his graceful proportions Who can remove his outer coat who can Approach him with a double bridle

Who can open the doors of his face with His terrible teeth all around His rows of scales are his pride Shut up tightly as with a seal One is so near another that no air can Come between them They are joined one to another they Stick together and cannot be parted His sneezing's flash forth light And his eyes are like the eyelids of the Morning Out of his mouth go Burning Lights Sparks of fire shoot out Smoke goes out of his nostrils as from a Boiling Pot and burning rushes His breath Kindles coals and a flame Goes out of his mouth Strength dwells in his neck and sorrow Dances before him The folds of his flesh are joined Together they are firm on him and cannot Be moved His heart is as hard as Stone even as Hard as the lower Millstone When he raises himself up the mighty are Afraid because of his crashings they are Beside themselves Though the sword reaches him it cannot Avail Nor does spear Dart or javelin He regards iron as straw and bronze as Rotten wood The arrow cannot make him flee Slingstones become like stubble to him

Darts are regarded as straw He laughs at the threat of javelins His undersides are like sharp pot shirts He spreads pointed marks in the Maya He makes the Deep boil like a pot He makes the sea like a pot of ointment He leaves a shining wake behind him One would think the Deep had white hair On Earth there is nothing like him which Is made without fear He beholds every High thing He is King over all the children of Pride

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