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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue? |
| 2 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? |
| 3 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? |
| 4 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? |
| 5 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? |
| 6 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!) |
| 7 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head? |
| 8 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add! |
| 9 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down? |
| 10 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself? |
| 11 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it `is' mine. |
| 12 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. |
| 13 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? |
| 14 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible. |
| 15 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal. |
| 16 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them. |
| 17 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated. |
| 18 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes `are' as the eyelids of the dawn. |
| 19 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. |
| 20 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. |
| 21 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. |
| 22 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult. |
| 23 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved. |
| 24 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData His heart `is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. |
| 25 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. |
| 26 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance. |
| 27 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. |
| 28 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. |
| 29 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. |
| 30 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire. |
| 31 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment. |
| 32 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. |
| 33 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. |
| 34 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Every high thing he doth see, He `is' king over all sons of pride. |
