Job 41:23
The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.
The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.
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24Its heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
25When it rises up, the mighty are terrified, at its thrashing about they withdraw.
26Whoever strikes it with a sword will have no effect, nor with the spear, arrow, or dart.
22Strength lodges in its neck, and despair runs before it.
15Its back has rows of shields, shut up closely together as with a seal;
16each one is so close to the next that no air can come between them.
17They lock tightly together, one to the next; they cling together and cannot be separated.
16Look at its strength in its loins, and its power in the muscles of its belly.
17It makes its tail stiff like a cedar, the sinews of its thighs are tightly wound.
18Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron.
19Or a person is chastened by pain on his bed, and with the continual strife of his bones,
20so that his life loathes food, and his soul rejects appetizing fare.
21His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible.
24his body well nourished, and the marrow of his bones moist.
26defiantly charging against him with a thick, strong shield!
27Because he covered his face with fat, and made his hips bulge with fat,
28he lived in ruined towns and in houses where no one lives, where they are ready to crumble into heaps.
20My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.
4For they suffer no pain; their bodies are strong and well-fed.
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
25then his flesh is restored like a youth’s; he returns to the days of his youthful vigor.
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
18With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
12I will not keep silent about its limbs, and the extent of its might, and the grace of its arrangement.
38when the dust hardens into a mass, and the clumps of earth stick together?
20He protects all his bones; not one of them is broken.
28Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.
11You clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
23On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.
13But he is unchangeable, and who can change him? Whatever he has desired, he does.
30Its underparts are the sharp points of potsherds, it leaves its mark in the mud like a threshing sledge.
14The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its features are dyed like a garment.
6He says to himself,“I will never be shaken, because I experience no calamity.”
22But God drags off the mighty by his power; when God rises up against him, he has no faith in his life.
23God may let them rest in a feeling of security, but he is constantly watching all their ways.
7Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?
8If you lay your hand on it, you will remember the fight. Do not do it again!
9(41:1) See, his expectation is wrong, he is laid low even at the sight of it.
10Is it not fierce when it is awakened? Who is he, then, who can stand before it?
1At this also my heart pounds and leaps from its place.
5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
12Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
12Calamity is hungry for him, and misfortune is ready at his side.
13It eats away parts of his skin; the most terrible death devours his limbs.
26And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God,
7He does not fear bad news. He is confident; he trusts in the LORD.
21It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.
11My feet have followed his steps closely; I have kept to his way and have not turned aside.
22then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let my arm be broken off at the socket.
14Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?