The Book of Job
41. fejezet
1. vers
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
2. vers
Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3. vers
Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
4. vers
Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
5. vers
Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
6. vers
Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
7. vers
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
8. vers
Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9. vers
Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10. vers
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
11. vers
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
12. vers
“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
13. vers
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
14. vers
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15. vers
Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
16. vers
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
17. vers
They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
18. vers
His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19. vers
Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
20. vers
Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21. vers
His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
22. vers
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
23. vers
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
24. vers
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
25. vers
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
26. vers
If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27. vers
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28. vers
The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29. vers
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
30. vers
His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31. vers
He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32. vers
He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
33. vers
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
34. vers
He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
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