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¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. span data-lang="eng" data-trans="jps" data-ref="job.41.1" class="versetxt">¹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?² None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?³ Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.⁴ Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?⁵ Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?⁶ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.⁷ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.⁸ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.⁹ They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.¹⁰ His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹¹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.¹² Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.¹³ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.¹⁴ In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.¹⁵ The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.¹⁶ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.¹⁷ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.¹⁸ If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.¹⁹ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.²⁰ The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.²¹ Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.²² Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.²³ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.²⁴ He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.²⁵ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.²⁶ He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.