Sermons citing Job 41

^41:3 Will he beg you for mercy or speak to you softly?

^41:4 Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life?

^41:5 Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?

^41:6 Will traders barter for him or divide him among the merchants?

^41:7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?

^41:8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle and never repeat it!

^41:9 Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?

^41:10 No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me?

^41:11 Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.

^41:12 I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.

^41:13 Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?

^41:14 Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?

^41:15 His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.

^41:16 One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.

^41:17 They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.

^41:18 His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.

^41:19 Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!

^41:20 Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.

^41:21 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.

^41:22 Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.

^41:23 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.

^41:24 His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!

^41:25 When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.

^41:26 The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.

^41:27 He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.

^41:28 No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.

^41:29 A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.

^41:30 His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.

^41:31 He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

^41:32 He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!

^41:33 Nothing on earth is his equal—a creature devoid of fear!

^41:34 He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”