book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?


text: Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?


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


text: Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou 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: Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?


text: Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?


text: Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.


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


text: None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?


text: Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.


text: I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.


text: Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?


text: Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.


text: His 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, that they cannot be sundered.


text: By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.


text: Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.


text: Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.


text: His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.


text: In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.


text: The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.


text: His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.


text: When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.


text: The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.


text: He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.


text: The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.


text: Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.


text: Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things 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, who is made without fear.


text: He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.