Job 41 - World English Bible with Hebrew

1 "Can you draw out Leviathan{Leviathan is a name for a crocodile or similar creature.} with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

1 הֵן־תֹּחַלְתֹּ֥ו נִכְזָ֑בָה הֲגַ֖ם אֶל־מַרְאָ֣יו יֻטָֽל׃

2 Can you put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

2 לֹֽא־אַ֭כְזָר כִּ֣י יְעוּרֶ֑נּוּ וּמִ֥י ה֝֗וּא לְפָנַ֥י יִתְיַצָּֽב׃

3 Will he make many petitions to you? Or will he speak soft words to you?

3 מִ֣י הִ֭קְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּ֑ם תַּ֖חַת כָּל־הַשָּׁמַ֣יִם לִי־הֽוּא׃

4 Will he make a covenant with you, That you should take him for a servant forever?

4 לֹא־ לֹֽו־אַחֲרִ֥ישׁ בַּדָּ֑יו וּדְבַר־גְּ֝בוּרֹ֗ות וְחִ֣ין עֶרְכֹּֽו׃

5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

5 מִֽי־גִ֭לָּה פְּנֵ֣י לְבוּשֹׁ֑ו בְּכֶ֥פֶל רִ֝סְנֹ֗ו מִ֣י יָבֹֽוא׃

6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?

6 דַּלְתֵ֣י פָ֭נָיו מִ֣י פִתֵּ֑חַ סְבִיבֹ֖ות שִׁנָּ֣יו אֵימָֽה׃

7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

7 גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָֽגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חֹותָ֥ם צָֽר׃

8 Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

8 אֶחָ֣ד בְּאֶחָ֣ד יִגַּ֑שׁוּ וְ֝ר֗וּחַ לֹא־יָבֹ֥וא בֵֽינֵיהֶֽם׃

9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

9 אִישׁ־בְּאָחִ֥יהוּ יְדֻבָּ֑קוּ יִ֝תְלַכְּד֗וּ וְלֹ֣א יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ׃

10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

10 עֲ‍ֽ֭טִישֹׁתָיו תָּ֣הֶל אֹ֑ור וְ֝עֵינָ֗יו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃

11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

11 מִ֭פִּיו לַפִּידִ֣ים יַהֲלֹ֑כוּ כִּידֹ֥ודֵי אֵ֝֗שׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ׃

12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

12 מִ֭נְּחִירָיו יֵצֵ֣א עָשָׁ֑ן כְּד֖וּד נָפ֣וּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן׃

13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

13 נַ֭פְשֹׁו גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝לַ֗הַב מִפִּ֥יו יֵצֵֽא׃

14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

14 בְּֽ֭צַוָּארֹו יָלִ֣ין עֹ֑ז וּ֝לְפָנָ֗יו תָּד֥וּץ דְּאָבָֽה׃

15 Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together with a close seal.

15 מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂרֹ֣ו דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗יו בַּל־יִמֹּֽוט׃

16 One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

16 לִ֭בֹּו יָצ֣וּק כְּמֹו־אָ֑בֶן וְ֝יָצ֗וּק כְּפֶ֣לַח תַּחְתִּֽית׃

17 They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.

17 מִ֭שֵּׂתֹו יָג֣וּרוּ אֵלִ֑ים מִ֝שְּׁבָרִ֗ים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ׃

18 His sneezing flashes forth light, His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

18 מַשִּׂיגֵ֣הוּ חֶ֭רֶב בְּלִ֣י תָק֑וּם חֲנִ֖ית מַסָּ֣ע וְשִׁרְיָֽה׃

19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, Sparks of fire leap forth.

19 יַחְשֹׁ֣ב לְתֶ֣בֶן בַּרְזֶ֑ל לְעֵ֖ץ רִקָּבֹ֣ון נְחוּשָֽׁה׃

20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

20 לֹֽא־יַבְרִיחֶ֥נּוּ בֶן־קָ֑שֶׁת לְ֝קַ֗שׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ־לֹ֥ו אַבְנֵי־קָֽלַע׃

21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.

21 כְּ֭קַשׁ נֶחְשְׁב֣וּ תֹותָ֑ח וְ֝יִשְׂחַ֗ק לְרַ֣עַשׁ כִּידֹֽון׃

22 In his neck there is strength. Terror dances before him.

22 תַּ֭חְתָּיו חַדּ֣וּדֵי חָ֑רֶשׂ יִרְפַּ֖ד חָר֣וּץ עֲלֵי־טִֽיט׃

23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.

23 יַרְתִּ֣יחַ כַּסִּ֣יר מְצוּלָ֑ה יָ֝֗ם יָשִׂ֥ים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה׃

24 His heart is as firm as a stone, Yes, firm as the lower millstone.

24 אַ֭חֲרָיו יָאִ֣יר נָתִ֑יב יַחְשֹׁ֖ב תְּהֹ֣ום לְשֵׂיבָֽה׃

25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

25 אֵֽין־עַל־עָפָ֥ר מָשְׁלֹ֑ו הֶ֝עָשׂ֗וּ לִבְלִי־חָֽת׃

26 If one lay at him with the sword, it can't avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

26 אֵֽת־כָּל־גָּבֹ֥הַּ יִרְאֶ֑ה ה֝֗וּא מֶ֣לֶךְ עַל־כָּל־בְּנֵי־שָֽׁחַץ׃

27 He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.

28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, Leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32 He makes a path to shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

33 On earth there is not his equal, That is made without fear.

34 He sees everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride."