Chapter 41

1 Hope is in vain: will you not fall at the mere sight of him?

2 There is no one so brave as to dare to disturb him; who can stand before My face?

3 Who went before me, that I might repay him? under all heaven is all Mine.

4 I will not be silent about his members, about the strength and beautiful proportion of them.

5 Who can open the top of his garment, who will come to his double jaws?

6 Who can open the doors of his face? the circle of his teeth is terror;

7 His strong shields are magnificence; they are sealed as if with a firm seal;

8 One touches one another closely, so that the air does not pass between them;

9 One lies tightly with the other, interlocked and do not move apart.

10 From his sneezing there is light; his eyes are like the eyelashes of the dawn;

11 Out of his mouth come flames, and sparks of fire leap forth;

12 Smoke comes out of his nostrils, as out of a boiling pot or a cauldron.

13 His breath kindles the coals, and out of his mouth comes a flame.

14 On his neck dwelleth power, and terror runs before him.

15 The fleshy parts of his body are firmly knit together, they will not tremble.

16 His heart is hard as a stone, and hard as a millstone.

17 When he rises, the strong men are in fear, completely lost with terror.

18 The sword that toucheth him shall not stand, neither spear, nor javelin, nor armor.

19 He counts iron for straw, and copper for rotten wood.

20 The daughter of the bow shall not put him to flight; the slingstones turn into hymen for him.

21 A mace is reckoned with him as a straw; he laughs at the whistle of the dart.

22 Under him are sharp stones, and he lies on sharp stones in the mud.

23 He boileth the deep as a cauldron, and maketh the sea into boiling ointment;

24 He leaves behind him a shining path; The abyss seems gray.

25 There is none like him on earth; he was created fearless;

26 He looks boldly upon all that is lofty; He is king over all the sons of pride.

Chapter 42