Job 41

Canst thou draw out Leuiathan with an hooke? or his tongue with a corde which thou lettest downe?

GenevaNone is so fearce that dare stirre him vp. Who is he then that can stand before me?

הֵן תֹּחַלְתּ֥/וֹ נִכְזָ֑בָה הֲ/גַ֖ם אֶל מַרְאָ֣י/ו יֻטָֽל

Canst thou put an hooke into his nose? or bore his iawe through with a thorne?

GenevaWho hath preuented mee that I shoulde make an ende? Al vnder heauen is mine.

לֹֽא אַ֭כְזָר כִּ֣י יְעוּרֶ֑/נּוּ וּ/מִ֥י ה֝֗וּא לְ/פָנַ֥/י יִתְיַצָּֽב

Will he make many supplications vnto thee? will he speake soft words vnto thee?

GenevaI will not keepe silence concerning his partes, nor his power nor his comely proportion.

מִ֣י הִ֭קְדִּימַ/נִי וַ/אֲשַׁלֵּ֑ם תַּ֖חַת כָּל הַ/שָּׁמַ֣יִם לִ/י הֽוּא

Will he make a couenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a seruant for euer?

GenevaWho can discouer the face of his garmet? or who shall come to him with a double bridle?

לא אַחֲרִ֥ישׁ בַּדָּ֑י/ו וּ/דְבַר גְּ֝בוּר֗וֹת וְ/חִ֣ין עֶרְכּֽ/וֹ

Wilt thou play with him as with a birde? wilt thou binde him for thy maydens?

GenevaWho shall open the doores of his face? his teeth are fearefull round about.

מִֽי גִ֭לָּה פְּנֵ֣י לְבוּשׁ֑/וֹ בְּ/כֶ֥פֶל רִ֝סְנ֗/וֹ מִ֣י יָבֽוֹא

Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

GenevaThe maiestie of his scales is like strog shields, and are sure sealed.

דַּלְתֵ֣י פָ֭נָי/ו מִ֣י פִתֵּ֑חַ סְבִיב֖וֹת שִׁנָּ֣י/ו אֵימָֽה

Canst thou fill his skinne with barbed irons? or his head with fishspeares?

GenevaOne is set to another, that no winde can come betweene them.

גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָֽגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חוֹתָ֥ם צָֽר

Lay thine hand vpon him, remember the battell: doe no more.

GenevaOne is ioyned to another: they sticke together, that they cannot be sundered.

אֶחָ֣ד בְּ/אֶחָ֣ד יִגַּ֑שׁוּ וְ֝/ר֗וּחַ לֹא יָב֥וֹא בֵֽינֵי/הֶֽם

Behold, the hope of him is in vaine: shall not one be cast downe euen at the sight of him?

GenevaHis niesings make the light to shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

אִישׁ בְּ/אָחִ֥י/הוּ יְדֻבָּ֑קוּ יִ֝תְלַכְּד֗וּ וְ/לֹ֣א יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ

None is so fierce that dare stirre him vp: who then is able to stand before me?

GenevaOut of his mouth go lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.

עֲֽ֭טִישֹׁתָי/ו תָּ֣הֶל א֑וֹר וְ֝/עֵינָ֗י/ו כְּ/עַפְעַפֵּי שָֽׁחַר

Who hath preuented me that I should repay him? whatsoeuer is vnder the whole heauen, is mine.

GenevaOut of his nostrels commeth out smoke, as out of a boyling pot or caldron.

מִ֭/פִּי/ו לַפִּידִ֣ים יַהֲלֹ֑כוּ כִּיד֥וֹדֵי אֵ֝֗שׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ

I will not conceale his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

GenevaHis breath maketh the coales burne: for a flame goeth out of his mouth.

מִ֭/נְּחִירָי/ו יֵצֵ֣א עָשָׁ֑ן כְּ/ד֖וּד נָפ֣וּחַ וְ/אַגְמֹֽן

Who can discouer the face of his garment? or who can come to him, with his double bridle?

GenevaIn his necke remayneth strength, and labour is reiected before his face.

נַ֭פְשׁ/וֹ גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝/לַ֗הַב מִ/פִּ֥י/ו יֵצֵֽא

Who can open the doores of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

GenevaThe members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.

בְּֽ֭/צַוָּאר/וֹ יָלִ֣ין עֹ֑ז וּ֝/לְ/פָנָ֗י/ו תָּד֥וּץ דְּאָבָֽה

His scales are his pride, shut vp together as with a close seale.

GenevaHis heart is as strong as a stone, and as hard as the nether milstone.

מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂר֣/וֹ דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗י/ו בַּל יִמּֽוֹט

One is so neere to another, that no ayre can come betweene them.

GenevaThe mightie are afrayd of his maiestie, and for feare they faint in themselues.

לִ֭בּ/וֹ יָצ֣וּק כְּמוֹ אָ֑בֶן וְ֝/יָצ֗וּק כְּ/פֶ֣לַח תַּחְתִּֽית

They are ioyned one to another, they sticke together, that they cannot be sundred.

GenevaWhen the sword doeth touch him, he will not rise vp, nor for the speare, dart nor habergeon.

מִ֭/שֵּׂת/וֹ יָג֣וּרוּ אֵלִ֑ים מִ֝/שְּׁבָרִ֗ים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ

By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eye-liddes of the morning.

GenevaHe esteemeth yron as strawe, and brasse as rotten wood.

מַשִּׂיגֵ֣/הוּ חֶ֭רֶב בְּלִ֣י תָק֑וּם חֲנִ֖ית מַסָּ֣ע וְ/שִׁרְיָֽה

Out of his mouth goe burning lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.

GenevaThe archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:

יַחְשֹׁ֣ב לְ/תֶ֣בֶן בַּרְזֶ֑ל לְ/עֵ֖ץ רִקָּב֣וֹן נְחוּשָֽׁה

Out of his nostrels goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

GenevaThe dartes are counted as strawe: and hee laugheth at the shaking of the speare.

לֹֽא יַבְרִיחֶ֥/נּוּ בֶן קָ֑שֶׁת לְ֝/קַ֗שׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ ל֥/וֹ אַבְנֵי קָֽלַע

His breath kindleth coales, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

GenevaSharpe stones are vnder him, and he spreadeth sharpe things vpon the myre.

כְּ֭/קַשׁ נֶחְשְׁב֣וּ תוֹתָ֑ח וְ֝/יִשְׂחַ֗ק לְ/רַ֣עַשׁ כִּידֽוֹן

In his necke remaineth strength, and sorrowe is turned into ioy before him.

GenevaHe maketh the depth to boyle like a pot, and maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.

תַּ֭חְתָּי/ו חַדּ֣וּדֵי חָ֑רֶשׂ יִרְפַּ֖ד חָר֣וּץ עֲלֵי טִֽיט

The flakes of his flesh are ioyned together: they are firme in themselues, they cannot be moued.

GenevaHe maketh a path to shine after him: one would thinke the depth as an hoare head.

יַרְתִּ֣יחַ כַּ/סִּ֣יר מְצוּלָ֑ה יָ֝֗ם יָשִׂ֥ים כַּ/מֶּרְקָחָֽה

His heart is as firme as a stone, yea as hard as a peece of the nether mil-stone.

GenevaIn the earth there is none like him: hee is made without feare.

אַ֭חֲרָי/ו יָאִ֣יר נָתִ֑יב יַחְשֹׁ֖ב תְּה֣וֹם לְ/שֵׂיבָֽה

When he rayseth vp himselfe, the mightie are afraid: by reason of breakings they purifie themselues.

GenevaHe beholdeth al hie things: he is a King ouer all the children of pride.

אֵֽין עַל עָפָ֥ר מָשְׁל֑/וֹ הֶ֝/עָשׂ֗וּ לִ/בְלִי חָֽת

The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the speare, the dart, nor the habergeon.

Genevano verse at this number in the Geneva versification

אֵֽת כָּל גָּבֹ֥הַּ יִרְאֶ֑ה ה֝֗וּא מֶ֣לֶךְ עַל כָּל בְּנֵי שָֽׁחַץ

He esteemeth iron as straw, and brasse as rotten wood.

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The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

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Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a speare.

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Sharpe stones are vnder him: he spreadeth sharpe pointed things vpon the mire.

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He maketh the deepe to boyle like a pot: hee maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.

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Hee maketh a path to shine after him; one would thinke the deepe to bee hoarie.

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Upon earth there is not his like: who is made without feare.

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not present in the original-language versification at this number

He beholdeth all high things: he is a king ouer all the children of pride.

Genevano verse at this number in the Geneva versification

not present in the original-language versification at this number