Job 41:23
The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
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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.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
15A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
16One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.
17One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.
16Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
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.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
24His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
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.
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
4And their might `is' firm.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
25Fresher `is' his flesh than a child's, He returneth to the days of his youth.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
12I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
38In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together?
20He is keeping all his bones, One of them hath not been broken.
28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
11Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
23Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
13And He `is' in one `mind', And who doth turn Him back? And His soul hath desired -- and He doth `it'.
30Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
14It turneth itself as clay of a seal And they station themselves as clothed.
6He hath said in his heart, `I am not moved,' To generation and generation not in evil.
22And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.
23He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes `are' on their ways.
7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
8Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
1Also, at this my heart trembleth, And it moveth from its place.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
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.
26And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
7Of an evil report he is not afraid, Prepared is His heart, confident in Jehovah.
21They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
11On His step hath my foot laid hold, His way I have kept, and turn not aside,
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?