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Wilt thou play with him as [with] a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? (41:5) Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? (41:6) Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? (41:7) Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more (41:8) Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not [one] be cast down even at the sight of him? (41:9) None [is so] fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me? (41:10) Who hath prevented me, that I should repay [him? whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine (41:11) I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion (41:12) Who can discover the face of his garment? [or] who can come [to him] with his double bridle? (41:13) Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth [are] terrible round about (41:14) [His] scales [are his] pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal (41:15) One is so near to another, that no air can come between them (41:16) They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered (41:17) By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes [are] like the eyelids of the morning (41:18) Out of his mouth go burning lamps, [and] sparks of fire leap out (41:19) Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as [out] of a seething pot or caldron (41:20) His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth (41:21) In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him (41:22) The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved (41:23) His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether [millstone] (41:24) When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves (41:25) The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon (41:26) He esteemeth iron as straw, [and] brass as rotten wood (41:27) The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble (41:28) Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear (41:29) Sharp stones [are] under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire (41:30) He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment (41:31) He maketh a path to shine after him; [one] would think the deep [to be] hoary (41:32) Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear (41:33) He beholdeth all high [things]: he [is] a king over all the children of pride
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