translation_id: asv-eng-asv

book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?


text: Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?


text: Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?


text: Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?


text: Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?


text: Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?


text: Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?


text: Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.


text: Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?


text: None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?


text: Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.


text: I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.


text: Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?


text: Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.


text: His strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.


text: One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.


text: They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.


text: His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.


text: Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.


text: Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.


text: His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.


text: In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.


text: The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.


text: His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.


text: When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.


text: If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.


text: He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.


text: The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.


text: Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.


text: His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.


text: He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.


text: He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.


text: Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.


text: He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.