Chapter 41
1You draw out with a hook, and with a cord you sink his tongue.
2Do you set bulrush in his face, and with thistle you pierce his cheek?
3Does he multiply supplications to you? If he speaks tender words to you?
4Does he cut a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?
5Do you laugh at him like a bird, and bind him for your maidens?
6Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him among merchants?
7Do you fill his skin with spears, and with spears his head?
8Set your palm upon him; remember the battle; do not do it again.
9Look! His hope lies; does he also cast to his appearance?
10No one is so fierce that he dares rouse him; who then is he who can stand before my face?
11Who has confronted me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is mine.
12I am not quiet at his bluster, nor at the word of his might and the beauty of his valuation.
13Who revealed the face of his clothing in the double of his bridle? Who comes to the door of his face?
14Who opened around his teeth? Terror.
15Pride is channels of shields; it is shut like a narrow signet.
16One approaches another, and no spirit comes between them.
17Man cleaves to his brother; they capture him and they do not separate.
18His sneezing shines with light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.
19Torches go from his lip; sparks of fire escape.
20Smoke comes out from his nostrils like a boiling pot and burning bulrush.
21His soul kindles coals, and flame comes out from his lip.
22Strength lodges in his neck, and dismay dances before his face.
23Refuse of his flesh cleaves; poured upon him, he does not shake.
24His heart is poured like stone, and poured like a lower millstone.
25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they are beside themselves.
26Sword overtakes him; without rising, spear, missile, and lance.
27He devises iron as straw, bronze as rottenness of wood.
28The arrow does not make him flee; stones from the sling are turned to stubble for him.
29They devise the club like stubble to him, and he laughs at the quaking of the javelin.
30Under him he spreads points of earthenware; they are sharp upon the mud.
31He boils the depth like a pot; the sea he sets like an ointment pot.
32After him he lights a path; he turns the abyss to greyheaded.
33Nothing upon the dust is his likeness; the one made to him is without terror.
34All that is high he sees; he is king over all the sons of pride.
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