Job 41

¹הֵן־תֹּחַלְתּ֥וֹ נִכְזָ֑בָה הֲגַ֖ם אֶל־מַרְאָ֣יו יֻטָֽל׃

(40-25) Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish-hook? or press down his tongue with a cord?

¹לֹֽא־אַ֭כְזָר כִּ֣י יְעוּרֶ֑נּוּ וּמִ֥י ה֝֗וּא לְפָנַ֥י יִתְיַצָּֽב׃

(40-26) Canst thou put a ring into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a hook?

¹מִ֣י הִ֭קְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּ֑ם תַּ֖חַת כָּל־הַשָּׁמַ֣יִם לִי־הֽוּא׃

(40-27) Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak soft words unto thee?

¹לא²־אַחֲרִ֥ישׁ בַּדָּ֑יו וּדְבַר־גְּ֝בוּר֗וֹת וְחִ֣ין עֶרְכּֽוֹ׃

(40-28) Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

¹מִֽי־גִ֭לָּה פְּנֵ֣י לְבוּשׁ֑וֹ בְּכֶ֥פֶל רִ֝סְנ֗וֹ מִ֣י יָבֽוֹא׃

(40-29) Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

¹דַּלְתֵ֣י פָ֭נָיו מִ֣י פִתֵּ֑חַ סְבִיב֖וֹת שִׁנָּ֣יו אֵימָֽה׃

(40-30) Will the bands of fishermen make a banquet of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

¹גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָֽגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חוֹתָ֥ם צָֽר׃

(40-31) Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish-spears?

¹אֶחָ֣ד בְּאֶחָ֣ד יִגַּ֑שׁוּ וְ֝ר֗וּחַ לֹא־יָב֥וֹא בֵֽינֵיהֶֽם׃

(40-32) Lay thy hand upon him; think upon the battle, thou wilt do so no more.

¹אִישׁ־בְּאָחִ֥יהוּ יְדֻבָּ֑קוּ יִ֝תְלַכְּד֗וּ וְלֹ֣א יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ׃

(41-1) Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

¹עֲֽ֭טִישֹׁתָיו תָּ֣הֶל א֑וֹר וְ֝עֵינָ֗יו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃

(41-2) None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?

¹מִ֭פִּיו לַפִּידִ֣ים יַהֲלֹ֑כוּ כִּיד֥וֹדֵי אֵ֝֗שׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ׃

(41-3) Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.

¹מִ֭נְּחִירָיו יֵצֵ֣א עָשָׁ֑ן כְּד֖וּד נָפ֣וּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן׃

(41-4) Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?

¹נַ֭פְשׁוֹ גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝לַ֗הַב מִפִּ֥יו יֵצֵֽא׃

(41-5) Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?

¹בְּֽ֭צַוָּארוֹ יָלִ֣ין עֹ֑ז וּ֝לְפָנָ֗יו תָּד֥וּץ דְּאָבָֽה׃

(41-6) Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

¹מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂר֣וֹ דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗יו בַּל־יִמּֽוֹט׃

(41-7) His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

¹לִ֭בּוֹ יָצ֣וּק כְּמוֹ־אָ֑בֶן וְ֝יָצ֗וּק כְּפֶ֣לַח תַּחְתִּֽית׃

(41-8) One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

¹מִ֭שֵּׂתוֹ יָג֣וּרוּ אֵלִ֑ים מִ֝שְּׁבָרִ֗ים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ׃

(41-9) They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

¹מַשִּׂיגֵ֣הוּ חֶ֭רֶב בְּלִ֣י תָק֑וּם חֲנִ֖ית מַסָּ֣ע וְשִׁרְיָֽה׃

(41-10) His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹יַחְשֹׁ֣ב לְתֶ֣בֶן בַּרְזֶ֑ל לְעֵ֖ץ רִקָּב֣וֹן נְחוּשָֽׁה׃

(41-11) Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.

¹לֹֽא־יַבְרִיחֶ֥נּוּ בֶן־קָ֑שֶׁת לְ֝קַ֗שׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ־ל֥וֹ אַבְנֵי־קָֽלַע׃

(41-12) Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.

¹כְּ֭קַשׁ נֶחְשְׁב֣וּ תוֹתָ֑ח וְ֝יִשְׂחַ֗ק לְרַ֣עַשׁ כִּידֽוֹן׃

(41-13) His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

¹תַּ֭חְתָּיו חַדּ֣וּדֵי חָ֑רֶשׂ יִרְפַּ֖ד חָר֣וּץ עֲלֵי־טִֽיט׃

(41-14) In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.

¹יַרְתִּ֣יחַ כַּסִּ֣יר מְצוּלָ֑ה יָ֝֗ם יָשִׂ֥ים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה׃

(41-15) The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

¹אַ֭חֲרָיו יָאִ֣יר נָתִ֑יב יַחְשֹׁ֖ב תְּה֣וֹם לְשֵׂיבָֽה׃

(41-16) His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.

¹אֵֽין־עַל־עָפָ֥ר מָשְׁל֑וֹ הֶ֝עָשׂ֗וּ לִבְלִי־חָֽת׃

(41-17) When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.

¹אֵֽת־כָּל־גָּבֹ֥הַּ יִרְאֶ֑ה ה֝֗וּא מֶ֣לֶךְ עַל־כָּל־בְּנֵי־שָֽׁחַץ׃ ס

(41-18) If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

(41-19) He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

(41-20) The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

(41-21) Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.

(41-22) Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.

(41-23) He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.

(41-24) He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

(41-25) Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.

(41-26) He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.