Job 40:24
Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?
Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?
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23Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
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?
3Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?
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.
20Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.
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.
6(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
22He is going after her straightway, As an ox unto the slaughter he cometh, And as a fetter unto the chastisement of a fool,
23Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
8For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
9Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
10Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
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.
22He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.
23Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
24With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
25Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.
10Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.
11From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out `to' light.
9He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
29From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,
5Doth a bird fall into a snare of the earth, And there is no gin for it? Doth a snare go up from the ground, And prey it captureth not?
13Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
14The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible.
15A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
23He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes `are' on their ways.
13Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,
21For His eyes `are' on the ways of each, And all his steps He doth see.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
29Because of thy anger towards Me, And thy noise -- it came up into Mine ears, I have put My hook in thy nose, And My bridle in thy lips, And I have caused thee to turn back In the way in which thou camest.
16Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.
17He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
39Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?
40When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?
7A path -- not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,
12Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, `What dost Thou?'
7From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!
12What -- doth thine heart take thee away? And what -- are thine eyes high?
11For he hath known men of vanity, And He seeth iniquity, And one doth not consider `it'!
6Ears they have, and they hear not, A nose they have, and they smell not,
20His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
28And His breath `is' as an overflowing stream, Unto the neck it divideth, To sift nations with a sieve of vanity, And a bridle causing to err, `Is' on the jaws of the peoples.
30Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
30Consulting his eyes to devise froward things, Moving his lips he hath accomplished evil.