41:1 Canst
thou
draw
out
Leuiathan
with
an
hooke
or
his
tongue
with
a
corde
which
thou
lettest
downe
41:2 Canst
thou
put
an
hooke
into
his
nose
or
bore
his
iawe
through
with
a
thorne
41:3 Will
he
make
many
supplications
vnto
thee
will
he
speake
soft
words
vnto
thee
41:4 Will
he
make
a
couenant
with
thee
wilt
thou
take
him
for
a
seruant
for
euer
41:5 Wilt
thou
play
with
him
as
with
a
birde
wilt
thou
binde
him
for
thy
maydens
41:6 Shall
the
companions
make
a
banquet
of
him
shall
they
part
him
among
the
merchants
41:7 Canst
thou
fill
his
skinne
with
barbed
irons
or
his
head
with
fishspeares
41:8 Lay
thine
hand
vpon
him,
remember
the
battell:
doe
no
more.
41:9 Behold,
the
hope
of
him
is
in
vaine:
shall
not
one
be
cast
downe
euen
at
the
sight
of
him
41:10 None
is
so
fierce
that
dare
stirre
him
vp:
who
then
is
able
to
stand
before
me
41:11 Who
hath
preuented
me
that
I
should
repay
him
whatsoeuer
is
vnder
the
whole
heauen,
is
mine.
41:12 I
will
not
conceale
his
parts,
nor
his
power,
nor
his
comely
proportion.
41:13 Who
can
discouer
the
face
of
his
garment
or
who
can
come
to
him,
with
his
double
bridle
41:14 Who
can
open
the
doores
of
his
face
his
teeth
are
terrible
round
about.
41:15 His
scales
are
his
pride,
shut
vp
together
as
with
a
close
seale.
41:16 One
is
so
neere
to
another,
that
no
ayre
can
come
betweene
them.
41:17 They
are
ioyned
one
to
another,
they
sticke
together,
that
they
cannot
be
sundred.
41:18 By
his
neesings
a
light
doth
shine,
and
his
eyes
are
like
the
eye-liddes
of
the
morning.
41:19 Out
of
his
mouth
goe
burning
lampes,
and
sparkes
of
fire
leape
out.
41:20 Out
of
his
nostrels
goeth
smoke,
as
out
of
a
seething
pot
or
caldron.
41:21 His
breath
kindleth
coales,
and
a
flame
goeth
out
of
his
mouth.
41:22 In
his
necke
remaineth
strength,
and
sorrowe
is
turned
into
ioy
before
him.
41:23 The
flakes
of
his
flesh
are
ioyned
together:
they
are
firme
in
themselues,
they
cannot
be
moued.
41:24 His
heart
is
as
firme
as
a
stone,
yea
as
hard
as
a
peece
of
the
nether
mil-stone.
41:25 When
he
rayseth
vp
himselfe,
the
mightie
are
afraid:
by
reason
of
breakings
they
purifie
themselues.
41:26 The
sword
of
him
that
layeth
at
him
cannot
hold:
the
speare,
the
dart,
nor
the
habergeon.
41:27 He
esteemeth
iron
as
straw,
and
brasse
as
rotten
wood.
41:28 The
arrow
cannot
make
him
flee:
sling-stones
are
turned
with
him
into
stubble.
41:29 Darts
are
counted
as
stubble:
he
laugheth
at
the
shaking
of
a
speare.
41:30 Sharpe
stones
are
vnder
him:
he
spreadeth
sharpe
pointed
things
vpon
the
mire.
41:31 He
maketh
the
deepe
to
boyle
like
a
pot:
hee
maketh
the
sea
like
a
pot
of
oyntment.
41:32 Hee
maketh
a
path
to
shine
after
him;
one
would
thinke
the
deepe
to
bee
hoarie.
41:33 Upon
earth
there
is
not
his
like:
who
is
made
without
feare.
41:34 He
beholdeth
all
high
things:
he
is
a
king
ouer
all
the
children
of
pride.