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Canst thou draw out leviathan Ps. 74.14 ; 104.26 · Is. 27.1 with a hook?
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or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? |
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Canst thou put a hook into his nose?
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or bore his jaw through with a thorn? |
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Will he make many supplications unto thee?
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Will he speak soft words unto thee? |
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Will he make a covenant with thee?
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Wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? |
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Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?
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Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? |
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Shall the companions make a banquet of him?
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Shall they part him among the merchants? |
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Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
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or his head with fish spears? |
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Lay thine hand upon him,
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remember the battle, do no more. |
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Behold, the hope of him is in vain:
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shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? |
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None is so fierce that dare stir him up:
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who then is able to stand before me? |
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Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? Rom. 11.35
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Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. |
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I will not conceal his parts,
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nor his power, nor his comely proportion. |
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Who can discover the face of his garment?
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Or who can come to him with his double bridle? |
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Who can open the doors of his face?
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His teeth are terrible round about. |
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His scales are his pride,
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shut up together as with a close seal. |
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One is so near to another,
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that no air can come between them. |
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They are joined one to another,
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they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. |
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By his sneezings a light doth shine,
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and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. |
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Out of his mouth go burning lamps,
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and sparks of fire leap out. |
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Out of his nostrils goeth smoke,
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as out of a seething pot or caldron. |
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His breath kindleth coals,
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and a flame goeth out of his mouth. |
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In his neck remaineth strength,
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and sorrow is turned into joy before him. |
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The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
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they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. |
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His heart is as firm as a stone;
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yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. |
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When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:
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by reason of breakings they purify themselves. |
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The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:
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the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. |
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He esteemeth iron as straw,
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and brass as rotten wood. |
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The arrow cannot make him flee:
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sling stones are turned with him into stubble. |
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Darts are counted as stubble:
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he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. |
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Sharp stones are under him:
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he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. |
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He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
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he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. |
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He maketh a path to shine after him;
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one would think the deep to be hoary. |
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Upon earth there is not his like,
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who is made without fear. |
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He beholdeth all high things:
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he is a king over all the children of pride. |
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