Job 40:16
Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
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17He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
18His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
19He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
20For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
21Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
14And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.
15Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
21His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
24His heart `is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
26The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
26He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
27For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over `his' confidence.
19Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck `with' a mane?
20Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting `is' terrible.
21They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
15Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
13It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
24His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
12I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
5And righteousness hath been the girdle of his loins, And faithfulness -- the girdle of his reins.
7Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.
8Healing it is to thy navel, And moistening to thy bones.
11Dost thou trust in him because great `is' his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?
14His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
6Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
1Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue?
2Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?
3Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, And I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.
23Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
4Bows of the mighty are broken, And the stumbling have girded on strength.
10Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
30Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
19Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.
17She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen her arms.
10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
18The bands of kings He hath opened, And He bindeth a girdle on their loins.
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
26There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.
12By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.