Verse 7
Job 41:7
World Messianic Bible
7
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons,
or his head with fish spears?
Original Language Text
hebrew
גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָֽגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חוֹתָ֥ם צָֽר
English Translation
Pride is a stronghold of shields; a seal is closed tight.
AI translation from hebrew via gpt-4o-mini
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Chapter 41 Context
1
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook,
or press down his tongue with a cord?
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Can you put a rope into his nose,
or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
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3
Will he make many petitions to you,
or will he speak soft words to you?
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4
Will he make a covenant with you,
that you should take him for a servant forever?
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5
Will you play with him as with a bird?
Or will you bind him for your girls?
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6
Will traders barter for him?
Will they part him among the merchants?
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Can you fill his skin with barbed irons,
or his head with fish spears?
8
Lay your hand on him.
Remember the battle, and do so no more.
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9
Behold, the hope of him is in vain.
Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
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10
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up.
Who then is he who can stand before me?
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11
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?
Everything under the heavens is mine.
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12
“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
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13
Who can strip off his outer garment?
Who shall come within his jaws?
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14
Who can open the doors of his face?
Around his teeth is terror.
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15
Strong scales are his pride,
shut up together with a close seal.
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16
One is so near to another,
that no air can come between them.
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17
They are joined to one another.
They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
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18
His sneezing flashes out light.
His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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19
Out of his mouth go burning torches.
Sparks of fire leap out.
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20
Out of his nostrils a smoke goes,
as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
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21
His breath kindles coals.
A flame goes out of his mouth.
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22
There is strength in his neck.
Terror dances before him.
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23
The flakes of his flesh are joined together.
They are firm on him.
They can’t be moved.
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24
His heart is as firm as a stone,
yes, firm as the lower millstone.
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25
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.
They retreat before his thrashing.
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26
If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail;
nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft....
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27
He counts iron as straw;
and brass as rotten wood.
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28
The arrow can’t make him flee.
Sling stones are like chaff to him.
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29
Clubs are counted as stubble.
He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
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30
His undersides are like sharp potsherds,
leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
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31
He makes the deep to boil like a pot.
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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32
He makes a path shine after him.
One would think the deep had white hair.
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33
On earth there is not his equal,
that is made without fear.
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34
He sees everything that is high.
He is king over all the sons of pride.”
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