Job 41:11-34

¹¹ Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it 'is' mine. ¹² I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. ¹³ Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? ¹⁴ The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth 'are' terrible. ¹⁵ A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal. ¹⁶ One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them. ¹⁷ One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated. ¹⁸ His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes 'are' as the eyelids of the dawn. ¹⁹ Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. ²⁰ Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. ²¹ His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. ²² In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult. ²³ The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm upon him—it is not moved. ²⁴ His heart 'is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. ²⁵ From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. ²⁶ The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear—dart—and lance. ²⁷ He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. ²⁸ The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. ²⁹ As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. ³⁰ Under him 'are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire. ³¹ He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment. ³² After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. ³³ There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. ³⁴ Every high thing he doth see, He 'is' king over all sons of pride.