1898 Young's Literal Translation (YLT)

Job 41

Of God's great power in the leviathan.

 41:1 ¶ Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down—his tongue?

 41:2 Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

 41:3 Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?

 41:4 Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

 41:5 Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

 41:6 (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)

 41:7 Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?

 41:8 Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle—do not add!

 41:9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

 41:10 None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself?

 41:11 Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine.

 41:12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

 41:13 Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

 41:14 The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible.

 41:15 A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal.

 41:16 One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

 41:17 One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.

 41:18 His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.

 41:19 Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

 41:20 Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

 41:21 His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.

 41:22 In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

 41:23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm upon him—it is not moved.

 41:24 His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.

 41:25 From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

 41:26 The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear—dart—and lance.

 41:27 He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

 41:28 The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

 41:29 As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

 41:30 Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

 41:31 He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

 41:32 After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

 41:33 There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

 41:34 Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride.