### Darby's English Translation

Job 40

## The Book of Job

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| # Chapter 41
| Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?
| Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?
| Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?
| Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?
| Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
| Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?
| Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?
| Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, -- do no more!
| Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?
| None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?
| Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.
| I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.
| Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?
| Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
| The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal.
| One is so near to another that no air can come between them;
| They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.
| His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
| Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:
| Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.
| His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
| In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.
| The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
| His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].
| When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
| If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
| He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
| The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
| Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
| His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
| He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment;
| He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.
| Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
| He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.

Job 42

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