fra Biblica1Det er håbløst at forsøge at fange den. Synet af den er nok til, at modet forsvinder.2Når ingen tør kæmpe mod dette mægtige dyr, hvem tør da kæmpe imod mig?3Hvem tør sige, at jeg skylder dem noget? Alt i hele verden tilhører mig.4Lad mig beskrive Livjatans krop. Den er velformet med enorme lemmer og vældig styrke.5Hvem kan flå huden af den eller trænge ind under dens panser?6Hvem kan åbne munden på den, så man ser de frygtindgydende tænder?7Ryggen er dækket af rækker af plader, der beskytter den fuldstændigt som skjolde.8Pladerne sidder så tæt, at intet kan trænge ind imellem dem.9De overlapper hinanden, og det er umuligt at skille dem ad.10Når den fnyser, er det som lysglimt, øjnene gløder som en solopgang.11Flammer står ud af munden på den, et fyrværkeri af gnister.12Damp kommer ud ad dens næsebor som fra en kedel med kogende vand.13Dens ånde får kul til at gløde, fra gabet spruder den ild.14Halsmusklerne er utroligt stærke, den skaber rædsel overalt, hvor den kommer.15Dens bug er hård og fast, den kan modstå ethvert angreb.16Dens hjerte er hårdt som sten, urokkeligt som en møllesten.17Går den til angreb, gyser de stærkeste helte, de løber rædselsslagne deres vej.18Det er nytteløst at kæmpe imod den med sværd, hverken spyd, pil eller lanse kan bruges.19Den bøjer jernstænger, som var det strå, bronze splintrer den som råddent træ.20Pile kan ikke jage den på flugt, og sten preller af som ingenting.21Stridskøller har ingen virkning, og kastespyd ler den blot ad.22Dens bug er dækket af skarpe skæl, som sætter dybe spor i jorden.23Flodvandet pisker den i kog, det bobler som i en gryde.24Kølvandet er som en glinsende sti, en stribe af sølvhvidt skum.25Der findes ingen skabning på jorden, der er så frygtløs som den.26Den har intet at være bange for, den er det stolteste dyr på jorden.”
Job 41
English Standard Version
fra Crossway1[1] “Can you draw out Leviathan[2] with a fishhook or press down his tongue with a cord? (Job 3,8; Salm 74,14; Salm 104,26; Es 27,1)2Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? (2.Kong 19,28; Es 37,29)3Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words?4Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever? (2.Mos 21,6; 5.Mos 15,17)5Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?6Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?7Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?8Lay your hands on him; remember the battle—you will not do it again!9[3] Behold, the hope of a man is false; he is laid low even at the sight of him.10No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine. (Job 35,7; Salm 24,1; Rom 11,35)12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who would come near him with a bridle?14Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.15His back is made of[4] rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.16One is so near to another that no air can come between them.17They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated. (Job 41,23)18His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. (Job 3,9)19Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth.20Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.21His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth. (2.Sam 22,13; Salm 18,8)22In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.23The folds of his flesh stick together, firmly cast on him and immovable. (Job 41,17)24His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the lower millstone.25When he raises himself up, the mighty[5] are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.26Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.27He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.28The arrow cannot make him flee; for him, sling stones are turned to stubble.29Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins.30His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire. (Job 2,8; Es 28,27; Es 41,15)31He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.32Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired.33On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear. (Job 19,25)34He sees everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride.” (Job 28,8)