Job 41 - Tree of Life Version Tree of Life Version
Job 41

¹ “See, his hope is wrong, he is laid low, even the sight of him.

² Is he not fierce when he is roused? Who then is able to stand before Me?

³ Who has confronted Me that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to Me.

⁴ “I will not keep silent about his limbs, or his might or the grace of his arrangement.

⁵ Who can strip off his outer garment? Who can penetrate his double armor?

⁶ Who can open the doors of his face, ringed with fearsome teeth?

⁷ His rows of shields are his pride, shut up closely as with tight seal;

⁸ each so close to the next, that no air can pass between.

⁹ They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.

¹⁰ “He sneezes out flashes of light; his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go flames, sparks of fire shoot out.

¹² Smoke pours from his nostrils, as a boiling pot over burning reeds.

¹³ His breath sets coals ablaze and flames dart from his mouth.

¹⁴ “Strength resides in his neck; dismay runs before him.

¹⁵ The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on him, immovable.

¹⁶ His heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.

¹⁷ “When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.

¹⁸ A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.

¹⁹ He regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.

²⁰ Arrows do not make him flee; sling stones become like chaff to him.

²¹ A club is regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling 0f a lance.

²² “His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail like a threshing sledge in mud.

²³ He makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.

²⁴ He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair.

²⁵ Nothing on dry land is his equal— a creature without fear.

²⁶ He sees every haughty thing; he is king over all who are proud.”