Job 40:18
His bones are lyke pipes of brasse, yea his bones are lyke staues of iron.
His bones are lyke pipes of brasse, yea his bones are lyke staues of iron.
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15Beholde the beaste Behemoth, who I made with thee, which eateth haye as an oxe:
16Lo how his strength is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauil of his body.
17When he wyll, he spreadeth out his tayle lyke a Cedar tree, all his sinowes are stiffe.
21His breath maketh the coles burne, and the flambe goeth out of his mouth.
22In his necke ther remaineth strength, and nothing is to labourous for him.
23The members of his body are ioyned so strait one to another, and cleaue so fast together, that he cannot be moued.
24His heart is as hard as a stone, and as fast as the stythie that the smyth smiteth vpon.
25When he goeth the mightie are afraide, and feare troubleth them.
26If any man drawe out a sword at him, it shall not hurt him: there may neither speare, laueling, nor brestplate abide him.
27He setteth asmuch by iron as by a strawe, and asmuch by brasse as by a rotten sticke.
28He starteth not away from him that bendeth the bowe: & as for sling stones he careth asmuch for stouble as for the.
19He is the chiefe of the wayes of God, he that made him wyl make his sword to approche vnto him.
12Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my fleshe of brasse?
32This images head was of fine gold, his brest and armes of siluer, his belly and his thighes of brasse.
33His legges were of iron, his feete were part of iron and part of clay.
2Where yron is digged out of the grounde, & stones resolued to metall.
24He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bowe of steele shall strike him through.
14Who shall open the doores of his face? for he hath horrible teeth round about.
15His scales are as it were strong shieldes, so fastened together as if they were sealed:
7Canst thou fil the basket with his skin? or the fishe panier with his head?
20Canst thou make him afrayde as a grashopper? where as the stoute neying that he maketh is fearefull.
21He breaketh the grounde with the hooffes of his feete, he reioyceth cherefully in his strength, and runneth to meete the harnest men.
25Thy shoes shalbe iron and brasse, and thy strength shall continue as long as thou lyuest.
6And he had bootes of brasse vpon his legges, and a shielde of brasse vpon his shoulders.
24His breastes are full of milke, and his bones runne full of marowe.
30Sharpe stones are vnder him lyke potsheardes, and he lyeth vpon sharpe thinges as vpon the soft myre.
16For he breaketh the gates of brasse: & smyteth the barres of iron in sunder.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
21In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
26He runneth proudly vpon him, & with a stiffe necke fighteth he against him.
33He hath made my feete lyke Hartes feete: and he hath set me vp on hygh.
34He hath taught my handes to fyght: and myne armes to breake a bowe of steele.
19He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
12Doth one iron hurt another? or one metall that commeth from the north another?
14His handes are lyke golde rynges, hauyng inclosed the precious stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure iuorie, dect ouer with Saphires:
15His legges are as the pillers of Marble set vpon sockettes of golde. His face is as Libanus: and as the beautie of the Cedar trees.
19Out of his mouth go torches, and sparkes of fire leape out.
11From his youth his bones are full of pleasures, but now shall it lye downe within him in the earth.
34He maketh my feete lyke hyndes feete: and setteth me vpon my hie places.
35He teacheth my handes to fight: that euen a bowe of steele is broken with myne armes.
20He kepeth all his bones: so that no one of them is broken.
23Though the quiuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shielde glister:
10The roring of the lion, and the voyce of the lion, and the teeth of the lions whelpes are pulled out.
4Howbeit I knowe that thou art obstinate, and that thy necke hath an iron sinowe, and that thy browe is of brasse.
12Hunger shalbe his strength, and destruction shalbe redye at his side.
13It shall eate the strength of his owne skinne, euen the first borne of death shall eate his strength.
14He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
18Whose feete they dyd hurt in the stockes: the iron entred into his soule.
40The fourth kingdome shalbe strong as iron: for as iron breaketh in peeces and subdueth all thinges, and as iron bruiseth all these thinges, so shall it breake in peeces and bruise all.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.