The Book of Job, Chapter 41איוב 41

הֵן תֹּחַלְתּ֥וֹ נִכְזָ֑בָה הֲגַ֖ם אֶל מַרְאָ֣יו יֻטָֽל

Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not be cast down even at the sight of him?

לֹֽא אַ֭כְזָר כִּ֣י יְעוּרֶ֑נּוּ וּמִ֥י ה֝֗וּא לְפָנַ֥י יִתְיַצָּֽב

None fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

מִ֣י הִ֭קְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּ֑ם תַּ֖חַת כָּל הַשָּׁמַ֣יִם לִי הֽוּא

Who has prevented me, that I should repay under the whole heaven is mine.

לא לֽוֹ אַחֲרִ֥ישׁ בַּדָּ֑יו וּדְבַר גְּ֝בוּר֗וֹת וְחִ֣ין עֶרְכּֽוֹ

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

מִֽי גִ֭לָּה פְּנֵ֣י לְבוּשׁ֑וֹ בְּכֶ֥פֶל רִ֝סְנ֗וֹ מִ֣י יָבֽוֹא

Who can discover the face of his garment? who can come with his double bridle?

דַּלְתֵ֣י פָ֭נָיו מִ֣י פִתֵּ֑חַ סְבִיב֖וֹת שִׁנָּ֣יו אֵימָֽה

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

גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָֽגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חוֹתָ֥ם צָֽר

scales pride, shut up together a close seal.

אֶחָ֣ד בְּאֶחָ֣ד יִגַּ֑שׁוּ וְ֝ר֗וּחַ לֹא יָב֥וֹא בֵֽינֵיהֶֽם

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

אִישׁ בְּאָחִ֥יהוּ יְדֻבָּ֑קוּ יִ֝תְלַכְּד֗וּ וְלֹ֣א יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ

They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

עֲֽ֭טִישֹׁתָיו תָּ֣הֶל א֑וֹר וְ֝עֵינָ֗יו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי שָֽׁחַר

By his neesings a light does shine, and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning.

מִ֭פִּיו לַפִּידִ֣ים יַהֲלֹ֑כוּ כִּיד֥וֹדֵי אֵ֝֗שׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ

Out of his mouth go burning lamps, sparks of fire leap out.

מִ֭נְּחִירָיו יֵצֵ֣א עָשָׁ֑ן כְּד֖וּד נָפ֣וּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן

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

נַ֭פְשׁוֹ גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝לַ֗הַב מִפִּ֥יו יֵצֵֽא

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

בְּֽ֭צַוָּארוֹ יָלִ֣ין עֹ֑ז וּ֝לְפָנָ֗יו תָּד֥וּץ דְּאָבָֽה

In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂר֣וֹ דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗יו בַּל יִמּֽוֹט

The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

לִ֭בּוֹ יָצ֣וּק כְּמוֹ אָ֑בֶן וְ֝יָצ֗וּק כְּפֶ֣לַח תַּחְתִּֽית

His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether .

מִ֭שֵּׂתוֹ יָג֣וּרוּ אֵלִ֑ים מִ֝שְּׁבָרִ֗ים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ

When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

מַשִּׂיגֵ֣הוּ חֶ֭רֶב בְּלִ֣י תָק֑וּם חֲנִ֖ית מַסָּ֣ע וְשִׁרְיָֽה

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

יַחְשֹׁ֣ב לְתֶ֣בֶן בַּרְזֶ֑ל לְעֵ֖ץ רִקָּב֣וֹן נְחוּשָֽׁה

He esteemeth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

לֹֽא יַבְרִיחֶ֥נּוּ בֶן קָ֑שֶׁת לְ֝קַ֗שׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ ל֥וֹ אַבְנֵי קָֽלַע

The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

כְּ֭קַשׁ נֶחְשְׁב֣וּ תוֹתָ֑ח וְ֝יִשְׂחַ֗ק לְרַ֣עַשׁ כִּידֽוֹן

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

תַּ֭חְתָּיו חַדּ֣וּדֵי חָ֑רֶשׂ יִרְפַּ֖ד חָר֣וּץ עֲלֵי טִֽיט

Sharp stones under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

יַרְתִּ֣יחַ כַּסִּ֣יר מְצוּלָ֑ה יָ֝֗ם יָשִׂ֥ים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה

He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

אַ֭חֲרָיו יָאִ֣יר נָתִ֑יב יַחְשֹׁ֖ב תְּה֣וֹם לְשֵׂיבָֽה

He maketh a path to shine after him; would think the deep hoary.

אֵֽין עַל עָפָ֥ר מָשְׁל֑וֹ הֶ֝עָשׂ֗וּ לִבְלִי חָֽת

Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

אֵֽת כָּל גָּבֹ֥הַּ יִרְאֶ֑ה ה֝֗וּא מֶ֣לֶךְ עַל כָּל בְּנֵי שָֽׁחַץ

He beholdeth all high : he a king over all the children of pride.