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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12I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
13Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
15A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
16One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.
10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
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?
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.
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
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.
23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
14A generation -- swords `are' their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from `among' men.
6O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
14Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.
10The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
6For 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.
24Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?
32After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.
33There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
31Who doth declare to his face his way? And `for' that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?
17And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
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;
13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
17Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?
6Thy 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.
14Lo, 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?
2Hearken diligently to the trembling of His voice, Yea, the sound from His mouth goeth forth.
10If He pass on, and shut up, and assemble, Who then dost reverse it?
8and they had hair as hair of women, and their teeth were as `those' of lions,
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
12The wicked is devising against the righteous, And gnashing against him his teeth.
24With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.
9Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils. And fire from His mouth devoureth, Brands have been kindled by it.
8And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.
22From the golden north it cometh, Beside God `is' fearful honour.
7Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
4Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?
8Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils, And fire from His mouth consumeth, Coals have been kindled by it.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.