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¹Hast thou not seen him? And hast thou not wondered at the things said of him?

²Dost thou not fear because preparation has been made by me? For who is there that resists me?

³Or who will resist me, and abide, Since the whole world under heaven is mine?

⁴I will not be silent because of him: Though because of his power one shall pity his antagonist.

⁵Who will open the face of his garment? And who can enter within the fold of his breastplate?

⁶Who will open the doors of his face? Terror is round about his teeth.

⁷His innards are as brazen plates, And the texture of his skin as an emery stone.

⁸One part cleaves fast to another, And the air cannot come between them.

⁹They will remain united each to the other: They are closely joined, and cannot be separated.

¹⁰At his sneezing a light shines, And his eyes are as the appearance of the morning star.

¹¹Out of his mouth proceed as it were burning lamps, And as it were hearths of fire are cast abroad.

¹²Out of his nostrils proceeds smoke of a furnace Burning with fire of coals.

¹³His breath is as live coals, And a flame goes out of his mouth.

¹⁴And power is lodged in his neck, Before him destruction runs.

¹⁵The flesh also of his body is joined together: If one pours violence upon him, he shall not be moved.

¹⁶His heart is firm as a stone, And it stands like an unyielding anvil.

¹⁷And when he turns, he is a terror to the four-footed wild beasts Which leap upon the earth.

¹⁸If spears should come against him, men will effect nothing, Either with the spear or the breastplate.

¹⁹For he considers iron as chaff, And brass as rotten wood.

²⁰The bow of brass shall not wound him, He deems a slinger as grass.

²¹Mauls are counted as stubble; And he laughs to scorn the waving of the firebrand.

²²His lair is formed of sharp points; And all the gold of the sea under him is as an immense quantity of clay.

²³He makes the deep boil like a brazen caldron; And he regards the sea as a pot of ointment,

²⁴And the lowest part of the deep as a captive: He reckons the deep as his range.

²⁵There is nothing upon the earth like to him, Formed to be sported with by my angels.

²⁶He beholds every high thing: And he is king of all that are in the waters.