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| [1]Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? |
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| [2]None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me? |
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| [3]Who hath given Me anyt beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine. |
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| [4]Would I kee silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words? |
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| [5]Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle? |
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| [6]Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror. |
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| [7]His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal. |
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| [8]One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. |
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| [9]They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. |
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| [10]His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. |
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| [11]Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth. |
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| [12]Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes. |
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| [13]His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. |
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| [14]In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him. |
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| [15]The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved. |
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| [16]His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone. |
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| [17]When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves. |
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| [18]If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. |
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| [19]He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. |
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| [20]The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble. |
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| [21]Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin. |
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| [22]Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire. |
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| [23]H maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture. |
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| [24]He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. |
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| [25]Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless. |
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| [26]He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. |
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