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

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

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Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

041:004

Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens

041:005

Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants

041:006

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

041:007

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

041:008

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

041:009

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

041:010

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

041:011

I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion

041:012

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

041:013

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

041:014

His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal

041:015

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them

041:016

They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered

041:017

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

041:018

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

041:019

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

041:020

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

041:021

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

041:022

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

041:023

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

041:024

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

041:025

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

041:026

He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood

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

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

041:029

Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire

041:030

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

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He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary

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Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear

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