Job 41
Clementine Vulgate, 1598Translation
Clementine Vulgate, 1598
World English Bible
1[Non quasi crudelis suscitabo eum: quis enim resistere potest vultui meo?
1“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
2Quis ante dedit mihi, ut reddam ei? omnia quæ sub cælo sunt, mea sunt.
2Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3Non parcam ei, et verbis potentibus, et ad deprecandum compositis.
3Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
4Quis revelabit faciem indumenti ejus? et in medium oris ejus quis intrabit?
4Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
5Portas vultus ejus quis aperiet? per gyrum dentium ejus formido.
5Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
6Corpus illius quasi scuta fusilia, compactum squamis se prementibus.
6Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
7Una uni conjungitur, et ne spiraculum quidem incedit per eas.
7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
8Una alteri adhærebit, et tenentes se nequaquam separabuntur.
8Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9Sternutatio ejus splendor ignis, et oculi ejus ut palpebræ diluculi.
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10De ore ejus lampades procedunt, sicut tædæ ignis accensæ.
10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
11De naribus ejus procedit fumus, sicut ollæ succensæ atque ferventis.
11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
12Halitus ejus prunas ardere facit, et flamma de ore ejus egreditur.
12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
13In collo ejus morabitur fortitudo, et faciem ejus præcedit egestas.
13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
14Membra carnium ejus cohærentia sibi: mittet contra eum fulmina, et ad locum alium non ferentur.
14Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15Cor ejus indurabitur tamquam lapis, et stringetur quasi malleatoris incus.
15Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
16Cum sublatus fuerit, timebunt angeli, et territi purgabuntur.
16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
17Cum apprehenderit eum gladius, subsistere non poterit, neque hasta, neque thorax:
17They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
18reputabit enim quasi paleas ferrum, et quasi lignum putridum æs.
18His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19Non fugabit eum vir sagittarius: in stipulam versi sunt ei lapides fundæ.
19Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
20Quasi stipulam æstimabit malleum, et deridebit vibrantem hastam.
20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21Sub ipso erunt radii solis, et sternet sibi aurum quasi lutum.
21His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
22Fervescere faciet quasi ollam profundum mare, et ponet quasi cum unguenta bulliunt.
22There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
23Post eum lucebit semita: æstimabit abyssum quasi senescentem.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
24Non est super terram potestas quæ comparetur ei, qui factus est ut nullum timeret.
24His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
25Omne sublime videt: ipse est rex super universos filios superbiæ.]
25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
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26If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
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27He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
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28The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
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29Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
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30His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
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31He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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32He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
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33On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
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34He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
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