2.9 KiB
Can You Draw out Leviathan?
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"Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down its tongue with a cord?
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Can you put a rope in its nose Or pierce its jaw with a hook?
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Will it make many supplications to you, Or will he speak to you soft words?
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Will it cut a covenant with you? Will you take it for a slave forever?
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Will you play with it as with a bird, Or will you bind it for your young women?
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Will the traders bargain over it? Will they divide it among the merchants?
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Can you fill its skin with harpoons, Or its head with fishing spears?
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Place your hand on it; Remember the battle; you will not do that again!
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Behold, his expectation is a lie; Will he be laid low even at the sight of it?
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No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse it; Who then is he that can stand before Me?
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Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
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"I will not keep silence concerning its limbs, Or its mighty strength or its graceful frame.
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Who can strip off its outer armor? Who can come with its doubled bridle?
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Who can open the doors of its face? Around its teeth there is dreadful terror.
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Its strong scales are its pride, Shut up as with a tight seal.
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One is so near to another That no air can come between them.
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They cling one to another; They are interlocked and cannot be separated.
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Its sneezes flash forth light, And its eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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Out of its mouth go burning torches; Sparks of fire leap forth.
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Out of its nostrils smoke goes forth As from a boiling pot and burning reeds.
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Its breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from its mouth.
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In its neck lodges strength, And dismay leaps before it.
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The folds of its flesh cling together, Hardened upon it and is not shaken.
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Its heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lower millstone.
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When it raises itself up, the mighty fear, Because of the crashing they are bewildered.
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The sword that reaches it cannot avail, Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
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It regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood.
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The arrow cannot make it flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for it.
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Clubs are regarded as stubble; It laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
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Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; It spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
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It makes the depths boil like a pot; It makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
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Behind it, it makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
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There is nothing upon the dust like it, One made without terror.
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It looks on everything that is high; It is king over all the sons of pride."