Textus Receptus Bibles

Parallel Bibles

Job - Chapter: 41


41:1	Canst thou draw out Leuiathan with an hooke? or his tongue with a corde which thou lettest downe?
41:2	Canst thou put an hooke into his nose? or bore his iawe through with a thorne?
41:3	Will he make many supplications vnto thee? will he speake soft words vnto thee?
41:4	Will he make a couenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a seruant for euer?
41:5	Wilt thou play with him as with a birde? wilt thou binde him for thy maydens?
41:6	Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
41:7	Canst thou fill his skinne with barbed irons? or his head with fishspeares?
41:8	Lay thine hand vpon him, remember the battell: doe no more.
41:9	Behold, the hope of him is in vaine: shall not one be cast downe euen at the sight of him?
41:10	None is so fierce that dare stirre him vp: who then is able to stand before me?
41:11	Who hath preuented me that I should repay him? whatsoeuer is vnder the whole heauen, is mine.
41:12	I will not conceale his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
41:13	Who can discouer the face of his garment? or who can come to him, with his double bridle?
41:14	Who can open the doores of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
41:15	His scales are his pride, shut vp together as with a close seale.
41:16	One is so neere to another, that no ayre can come betweene them.
41:17	They are ioyned one to another, they sticke together, that they cannot be sundred.
41:18	By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eye-liddes of the morning.
41:19	Out of his mouth goe burning lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
41:20	Out of his nostrels goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
41:21	His breath kindleth coales, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
41:22	In his necke remaineth strength, and sorrowe is turned into ioy before him.
41:23	The flakes of his flesh are ioyned together: they are firme in themselues, they cannot be moued.
41:24	His heart is as firme as a stone, yea as hard as a peece of the nether mil-stone.
41:25	When he rayseth vp himselfe, the mightie are afraid: by reason of breakings they purifie themselues.
41:26	The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the speare, the dart, nor the habergeon.
41:27	He esteemeth iron as straw, and brasse as rotten wood.
41:28	The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
41:29	Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a speare.
41:30	Sharpe stones are vnder him: he spreadeth sharpe pointed things vpon the mire.
41:31	He maketh the deepe to boyle like a pot: hee maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.
41:32	Hee maketh a path to shine after him; one would thinke the deepe to bee hoarie.
41:33	Upon earth there is not his like: who is made without feare.
41:34	He beholdeth all high things: he is a king ouer all the children of pride.


41:1	None is so fearce that dare stirre him vp. Who is he then that can stand before me?
41:2	Who hath preuented mee that I shoulde make an ende? Al vnder heauen is mine.
41:3	I will not keepe silence concerning his partes, nor his power nor his comely proportion.
41:4	Who can discouer the face of his garmet? or who shall come to him with a double bridle?
41:5	Who shall open the doores of his face? his teeth are fearefull round about.
41:6	The maiestie of his scales is like strog shields, and are sure sealed.
41:7	One is set to another, that no winde can come betweene them.
41:8	One is ioyned to another: they sticke together, that they cannot be sundered.
41:9	His niesings make the light to shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:10	Out of his mouth go lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
41:11	Out of his nostrels commeth out smoke, as out of a boyling pot or caldron.
41:12	His breath maketh the coales burne: for a flame goeth out of his mouth.
41:13	In his necke remayneth strength, and labour is reiected before his face.
41:14	The members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.
41:15	His heart is as strong as a stone, and as hard as the nether milstone.
41:16	The mightie are afrayd of his maiestie, and for feare they faint in themselues.
41:17	When the sword doeth touch him, he will not rise vp, nor for the speare, dart nor habergeon.
41:18	He esteemeth yron as strawe, and brasse as rotten wood.
41:19	The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
41:20	The dartes are counted as strawe: and hee laugheth at the shaking of the speare.
41:21	Sharpe stones are vnder him, and he spreadeth sharpe things vpon the myre.
41:22	He maketh the depth to boyle like a pot, and maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.
41:23	He maketh a path to shine after him: one would thinke the depth as an hoare head.
41:24	In the earth there is none like him: hee is made without feare.
41:25	He beholdeth al hie things: he is a King ouer all the children of pride.
41:26	n/a
41:27	n/a
41:28	n/a
41:29	n/a
41:30	n/a
41:31	n/a
41:32	n/a
41:33	n/a
41:34	n/a


41:1	Darrest thou drawe out Leuiathan wyth an Angle, or bynde hys tonge wyth a snare?
41:2	Canst thou put a ryng in the nose of him, or bore hys chawe thorow with a naule?
41:3	Wyll he make many fayre wordes with the (thynkest thou) or flatter the?
41:4	Will he make a couenaunt with the? Or art thou able for to compell hym to do the continuall seruyce?
41:5	Wylt thou take thy pastyme wyth hym, as with a byrde, or geue him vnto thy maydens,
41:6	that thy companyons may make a refeccion of hym, or that he maye be parted amonge the marchaunt men?
41:7	Canst thou fyll the baskett with his skynne, or the fysh pannyer wt his heade?
41:8	Darrest thou laye hande vpon hym? It is better for the to consydre what harme myght happen the there thorow, and not to touch him.
41:9	For when thou thynkest to haue holde vpon him, he shall begyle the.
41:10	No man is so cruell, that is able to stere him vp. Who is able to stande before me?
41:11	Or who hath geuen me any thyng afore hande, that I maye rewarde him agayne? All thynges vnder heauen are myne:
41:12	I feare him not, whether he threaten or speake fayre.
41:13	Who lyfteth him vp, and stripeth hym out of his clothes, or who taketh him by the bytt of his brydle?
41:14	Who openeth the dore of his face? for he hath horrible tethe rounde about.
41:15	His body is couered wyth scales as it were with shyldes, lockte in, kepte, and well compacte together:
41:16	One is so ioyned to another, that no ayre can come in:
41:17	Yee, one hangeth so vpon another, and stycketh so together, that they cannot be sundered.
41:18	His nesyng is lyke a glystering fyre, and his eyes lyke the mornynge shyne.
41:19	Out of his mouth go torches,
41:20	and out of his nostrels ther goeth a smoke, lyke as out of an hote sething pot.
41:21	His breth maketh the coales burne, and the flamme goeth out of hys mouth.
41:22	In his necke remayneth strength, and nothing is to laborious for him.
41:23	The membres of his body are ioyned so strayte one to another, and cleaue so fast together, that he cannot be moued.
41:24	His hert is as herd as a stone, and as fast as the stythye that the smyth smyteth vpon.
41:25	When he goeth: the myghtye are afrayed, and feare troubleth them.
41:26	If any man draw out a swearde at him, it shall not hurt him: there may nether speare, iauelinge ner brest plate, abyde hym.
41:27	He setteth as moch by a strawe as by yron, and as moch by a rotten stocke as by brasse.
41:28	He starteth not awaye for hym that bendeth the bowe: and as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them.
41:29	He counteth the dartes no better then a strawe, he laugheth hym to scorne that shaketh the speare.
41:30	He treadeth the gold in the myre lyke the sharpe potsherdes.
41:31	He maketh the depe to boyle lyke a pot, and stereth the see together lyke an oyntment.
41:32	He maketh a path to be sene after hym, the depe is hys walkynge place.
41:33	Upon erth is there no power lyke vnto hys, for he is so made that he feareth not.
41:34	If a man wyll consydre all hye thynges, thys same is a kynge ouer all the chyldren of pryde.

Textus Receptus Bibles

Parallel Bibles

Job - Chapter: 41

Cookies & Privacy