Job 41
World English BibleTranslation
World English Bible
Louis Segond 1910
1“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
1Nul n’est assez hardi pour l’exciter; Qui donc me résisterait en face?
2Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
2De qui suis-je le débiteur? Je le paierai. Sous le ciel tout m’appartient.
3Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
3Je veux encore parler de ses membres, Et de sa force, et de la beauté de sa structure.
4Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
4Qui soulèvera son vêtement? Qui pénétrera entre ses mâchoires?
5Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
5Qui ouvrira les portes de sa gueule? Autour de ses dents habite la terreur.
6Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
6Ses magnifiques et puissants boucliers Sont unis ensemble comme par un sceau;
7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
7Ils se serrent l’un contre l’autre, Et l’air ne passerait pas entre eux;
8Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
8Ce sont des frères qui s’embrassent, Se saisissent, demeurent inséparables.
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
9Ses éternuements font briller la lumière; Ses yeux sont comme les paupières de l’aurore.
10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
10Des flammes jaillissent de sa bouche, Des étincelles de feu s’en échappent.
11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
11Une fumée sort de ses narines, Comme d’un vase qui bout, d’une chaudière ardente.
12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
12Son souffle allume les charbons, Sa gueule lance la flamme.
13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
13La force a son cou pour demeure, Et l’effroi bondit au-devant de lui.
14Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
14Ses parties charnues tiennent ensemble, Fondues sur lui, inébranlables.
15Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
15Son cœur est dur comme la pierre, Dur comme la meule inférieure.
16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
16Quand il se lève, les plus vaillants ont peur, Et l’épouvante les fait fuir.
17They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
17C’est en vain qu’on l’attaque avec l’épée; La lance, le javelot, la cuirasse, ne servent à rien.
18His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
18Il regarde le fer comme de la paille, L’airain comme du bois pourri.
19Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
19La flèche ne le met pas en fuite, Les pierres de la fronde sont pour lui du chaume.
20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
20Il ne voit dans la massue qu’un brin de paille, Il rit au sifflement des dards.
21His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
21Sous son ventre sont des pointes aiguës: On dirait une herse qu’il étend sur le limon.
22There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
22Il fait bouillir le fond de la mer comme une chaudière, Il l’agite comme un vase rempli de parfums.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
23Il laisse après lui un sentier lumineux; L’abîme prend la chevelure d’un vieillard.
24His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
24Sur la terre nul n’est son maître; Il a été créé pour ne rien craindre.
25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
25Il regarde avec dédain tout ce qui est élevé, Il est le roi des plus fiers animaux.
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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