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JOB 40:15–42:6 ©

Two Wonderful Creatures of God

Two Wonderful Creatures of God

The Hippopotamus

15Behold now the huge beast beside thee:

He eateth up grass like an ox.

16Behold now the strength in his loins,

And the force in the muscles of his belly.

17He holds his tail stiff as a cedar,

His thighs are of sinews entwined.

18His bones are as tubes of brass,

His limbs are like bars of iron.

19He is chief of the ways of God,

Made to lord it over his fellows.

20The mountains yields him their fruits;

All the wild beasts he grindeth to powder.

21There under the lotus he lies,

In the covert of reed and fen,

22Protected by shade of the lotus,

Encircled by water-willows.

23From the wild rushing torrent he flees not;

He is calm in the swell of a Jordan.

24Who would venture to make for his eyes,

Or to pierce through his nose with a cord?

The Crocodile

41Canst thou draw out the crocodile with hook,

Or press his tongue down with a cord?

2Canst thou put a rope into his nose,

Or pierce his jaws through with a hook?

3Will he make many prayers unto thee,

Or will he speak softly to thee?

4Will he make any tryst with thee,

To be kept as thy servant for ever?

5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird,

Or attach him to string for thy maidens?

6Shall the (fisher) guilds traffic in him?

Shall the merchants divide him in pieces?

7Canst thou fill his skin with barbs,

Or his head with the fish-harpon?

8Lay but thine hand upon him:

Remember the battle – enough!

9See! thy hope is but an illusion;

God hurleth the dread of him far.

10Not one is so bold as to rouse him;

Where is he that can stand before him?

11Who hath ever triumphantly braved him?

Beneath the whole heaven, not one.

12Of his limbs I will not keep silence,

Of his strength and his mighty equipment.

13Who can lay bare the face of his garment,

Or enter the folds of his breastplate?

14Who can open the doors of his face?

Round about his teeth lieth terror.

15His back is a ripple of shields,

And his breast is a seal of flint.

16One shield is so near to another

That no air can come between them.

17Each cleaveth so close to his fellow,

So locked, that they cannot be served.

18Through the breath of his nostrils light flashes,

His eyes are the lids of the morning.

19Out of his mouth go torches

And sparks of fire leap forth.

20Smoke issues out of his nostrils,

Like a seething and boiling pot.

21His breath setteth coals ablaze,

And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

22His neck is the home of strength,

And terror danceth before him.

23The flakes of his flesh are welded

So firm that they cannot be moved.

24His heart is as firm as a stone–

Yea, firm as the nether mill-stone.

25When he lifts himself, strong men are terrified;

At his teeth are the mighty dismayed.

26No sword availeth against him,

Nor spear nor dart nor arrow.

27He counteth iron as straw,

And brass as rotten wood;

28No arrow can put him to flight;

On him sling-stones are turned to stubble.

29Clubs are counted as reed,

And he laughs at the whirr of a javelin.

30Beneath him (his scales, like) sharp sherds

Spread marks, as of sledge, on the mire.

31He makes the deep boil like a pot;

He stirreth the sea like ointment.

32In his wake is a shinning path–

One would think the deep to be hoary.

33There is not his like upon earth,

Created to know no fear.

34Everything that is high is afraid of him:

He is king o’er the sons of pride.

2I acknowledge that Thou hast prevailed;

There is nothing too hard for Thee.

3bTherefore spake I without understanding,

3cOf wonders beyond my knowledge.

5I had heard of Thee but by hearsay,

But now mine eye hath seen Thee;

6And therefore I spurn (my words)

And repent in dust and in ashes.

JOB 40:15–42:6 ©

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