Job 40:18
(40:13) His bones are like staues of brasse, and his small bones like staues of yron.
(40:13) His bones are like staues of brasse, and his small bones like staues of yron.
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15(40:10) Behold now Behemoth (whom I made with thee) which eateth grasse as an oxe.
16(40:11) Behold now, his strength is in his loynes, and his force is in the nauil of his belly.
17(40:12) When hee taketh pleasure, his taile is like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapt together.
21(41:12) His breath maketh the coales burne: for a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22(41:13) In his necke remayneth strength, & labour is reiected before his face.
23(41:14) The members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.
24(41:15) His heart is as strong as a stone, & as hard as the nether milstone.
25(41:16) The mightie are afrayd of his maiestie, and for feare they faint in themselues.
26(41:17) When the sword doeth touch him, he will not rise vp, nor for the speare, dart nor habergeon.
27(41:18) He esteemeth yron as strawe, and brasse as rotten wood.
28(41:19) The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
19(40:14) He is the chiefe of the wayes of God: he that made him, will make his sworde to approch vnto him.
12Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?
32This images head was of fine golde, his breast and his armes of siluer, his bellie and his thighs of brasse,
33His legges of yron, and his feete were part of yron, and part of clay.
2Yron is taken out of the dust, and brasse is molten out of the stone.
24He shall flee from the yron weapons, and the bow of steele shal strike him through.
14(41:5) Who shall open the doores of his face? his teeth are fearefull ronnd about.
15(41:6) The maiestie of his scales is like strog shields, and are sure sealed.
7(40:26) Canst thou fill the basket with his skinne? or the fishpanier with his head?
20(39:23) Hast thou made him afraid as the grashopper? his strong neying is fearefull.
21(39:24) He diggeth in the valley, and reioyceth in his strength: he goeth foorth to meete the harnest man.
25Thy shooes shalbe yron and brasse, and thy strength shal continue as long as thou liuest.
6And he had bootes of brasse vpon his legs, and a shield of brasse vpon his shoulders.
24His breasts are full of milke, and his bones runne full of marowe.
30(41:21) Sharpe stones are vnder him, and he spreadeth sharpe things vpon the myre.
16For hee hath broken the gates of brasse, and brast the barres of yron asunder.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
21His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
26Therefore God shall runne vpon him, euen vpon his necke, and against the most thicke part of his shielde.
33He maketh my feete like hindes feete, and setteth me vpon mine high places.
34He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
19He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
12Shall the yron breake the yron, and the brasse that commeth from the North?
14His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.
15His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
19(41:10) Out of his mouth go lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
11His bones are full of the sinne of his youth, and it shal lie downe with him in the dust.
34He maketh my feete like hindes feete, & hath set me vpon mine hie places.
35He teacheth mine handes to fight, so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
20He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.
23(39:26) Though the quiuer rattle against him, the glittering speare and the shield.
10The roaring of the Lion, and the voyce of the Lionesse, & the teeth of the Lions whelpes are broken.
4Because I knewe, that thou art obstinate, & thy necke is an yron sinew, & thy brow brasse,
12His strength shalbe famine: and destruction shalbe readie at his side.
13It shall deuoure the inner partes of his skinne, and the first borne of death shall deuoure his strength.
14He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
18They helde his feete in the stockes, and he was laide in yrons,
40And the fourth kingdome shal be strong as yron: for as yron breaketh in pieces, and subdueth all things, and as yron bruiseth all these things, so shall it breake in pieces, and bruise all.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.