Verse 15
Job 41:15
Geneva Bible
15
His heart is as strong as a stone, and as hard as the nether milstone.
Original Language Text
hebrew
מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂר֣/וֹ דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗י/ו בַּל יִמּֽוֹט
English Translation
The falls of flesh clung to me; they poured upon me and would not falter.
AI translation from hebrew via gpt-4o-mini
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Chapter 41 Context
1
None is so fearce that dare stirre him vp. Who is he then that can stand before me?
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Who hath preuented mee that I shoulde make an ende? Al vnder heauen is mine.
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I will not keepe silence concerning his partes, nor his power nor his comely proportion.
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Who can discouer the face of his garmet? or who shall come to him with a double bridle?
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Who shall open the doores of his face? his teeth are fearefull round about.
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The maiestie of his scales is like strog shields, and are sure sealed.
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One is set to another, that no winde can come betweene them.
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One is ioyned to another: they sticke together, that they cannot be sundered.
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His niesings make the light to shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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10
Out of his mouth go lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
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Out of his nostrels commeth out smoke, as out of a boyling pot or caldron.
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12
His breath maketh the coales burne: for a flame goeth out of his mouth.
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13
In his necke remayneth strength, and labour is reiected before his face.
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14
The members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.
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15
His heart is as strong as a stone, and as hard as the nether milstone.
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The mightie are afrayd of his maiestie, and for feare they faint in themselues.
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17
When the sword doeth touch him, he will not rise vp, nor for the speare, dart nor habergeon.
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18
He esteemeth yron as strawe, and brasse as rotten wood.
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The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
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The dartes are counted as strawe: and hee laugheth at the shaking of the speare.
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21
Sharpe stones are vnder him, and he spreadeth sharpe things vpon the myre.
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22
He maketh the depth to boyle like a pot, and maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.
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23
He maketh a path to shine after him: one would thinke the depth as an hoare head.
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24
In the earth there is none like him: hee is made without feare.
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25
He beholdeth al hie things: he is a King ouer all the children of pride.
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