Job 41:14
The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible.
The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible.
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12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
13 Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
15 A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
16 One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.
10 None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
1 Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue?
2 Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?
20 Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting `is' terrible.
21 They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
22 He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.
7 Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
18 His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes `are' as the eyelids of the dawn.
19 Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.
21 His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.
22 In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
14 A generation -- swords `are' their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from `among' men.
6 O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
14 Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.
10 The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
6 For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth `are' the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
24 Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?
32 After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.
33 There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
31 Who doth declare to his face his way? And `for' that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?
17 And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
18 His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
19 He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
13 They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
11 Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
17 Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?
6 Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
14 Lo, these `are' the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?
2 Hearken diligently to the trembling of His voice, Yea, the sound from His mouth goeth forth.
10 If He pass on, and shut up, and assemble, Who then dost reverse it?
8 and they had hair as hair of women, and their teeth were as `those' of lions,
25 From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
12 The wicked is devising against the righteous, And gnashing against him his teeth.
24 With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
9 Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils. And fire from His mouth devoureth, Brands have been kindled by it.
8 And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.
22 From the golden north it cometh, Beside God `is' fearful honour.
7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
4 Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?
8 Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils, And fire from His mouth consumeth, Coals have been kindled by it.
20 To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
14 Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.