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