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