Job 40:17
He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
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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.
15Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
16Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
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.
15A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
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.
30Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
27He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
17By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
7And he is fair in his greatness, In the length of his thin shoots, For his root hath been by great waters.
8Cedars have not hid him in the garden of God, Firs have not been like unto his boughs, And chesnut-trees have not been as his branches, No tree in the garden of God hath been like unto him in his beauty,
26He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
23Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
5The voice of Jehovah `is' shivering cedars, Yea, Jehovah shivers the cedars of Lebanon.
6And He causeth them to skip as a calf, Lebanon and Sirion as a son of Reems,
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?
12By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.
13By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.
14His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
15His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
18His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes `are' as the eyelids of the dawn.
19Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
9Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.
30An old lion -- mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,
23Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
24Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?
12The lion is tearing parts `for' his whelps, And is strangling for his lionesses, And he doth fill `with' prey his holes, And his habitations `with' rapine.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
34Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand,
10Covered have been hills `with' its shadow, And its boughs `are' cedars of God.
12I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
12His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
5Therefore higher hath been his stature than all trees of the field, And multiplied are his boughs, and long are his branches, Because of many waters in his shooting forth,
8The range of mountains `is' his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.
3Lo, Asshur, a cedar in Lebanon, Fair in branch, and shading bough, and high in stature, And between thickets hath its foliage been.
10The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
9The mountains and all heights, Fruit tree, and all cedars,
33Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.