40:1 Moreover Jehovah answered Job, and said,
40:2 Shall he that cavilleth contend with the Almighty? He that argueth with God, let him answer it.
40:3 Then Job answered Jehovah, and said,
40:4 Behold, I am of small account; What shall I answer thee? I lay my hand upon my mouth.
40:5 Once have I spoken, and I will not answer; Yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.
40:6 Then Jehovah answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
40:7 Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.
40:8 Wilt thou even annul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified?
40:9 Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
40:10 Deck thyself now with excellency and dignity; And array thyself with honor and majesty.
40:11 Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger; And look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.
40:12 Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; And tread down the wicked where they stand.
40:13 Hide them in the dust together; Bind their faces in the hidden place.
40:14 Then will I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee.
40:15 Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox.
40:16 Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly.
40:17 He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
40:18 His bones are as tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.
40:19 He is the chief of the ways of God: He only that made him giveth him his sword.
40:20 Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.
40:21 He lieth under the lotus-trees, In the covert of the reed, and the fen.
40:22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about.
40:23 Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth.
40:24 Shall any take him when he is on the watch, Or pierce through his nose with a snare?
41:1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?
41:2 Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
41:3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?
41:4 Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
41:5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
41:6 Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
41:7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
41:8 Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.
41:9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
41:10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?
41:11 Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
41:12 I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
41:14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
41:15 His strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.
41:16 One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
41:17 They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.
41:18 His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.
41:21 His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
41:22 In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
41:24 His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
41:25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
41:26 If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
41:27 He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.
41:28 The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
41:30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
41:31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32 He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.
41:33 Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.
41:34 He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.