Job
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1 Is he not relentless when aroused; who then dares stand before him?
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Whoever might vainly hope to do so need only see him to be overthrown.
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Who has assailed him and come off safe - Who under all the heavens?
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I need hardly mention his limbs, his strength, and the fitness of his armor.
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Who can strip off his outer garment, or penetrate his double corselet?
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Who can force open the doors of his mouth, close to his terrible teeth?
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Rows of scales are on his back, tightly sealed together;
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They are fitted each so close to the next that no space intervenes;
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So joined one to another that they hold fast and cannot be parted.
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When he sneezes, light flashes forth; his eyes are like those of the dawn.
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Out of his mouth go forth firebrands; sparks of fire leap forth.
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From his nostrils issues steam, as from a seething pot or bowl.
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His breath sets coals afire; a flame pours from his mouth.
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Strength abides in his neck, and terror leaps before him.
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His heart is hard as stone; his flesh, as the lower millstone.
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2 When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; the waves of the sea fall back.
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Should the sword reach him, it will not avail; nor will the spear, nor the dart, nor the javelin.
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He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
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The arrow will not put him to flight; slingstones used against him are but straws.
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Clubs he esteems as splinters; he laughs at the crash of the spear.
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His belly is sharp as pottery fragments; he spreads like a threshing sledge upon the mire.
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He makes the depths boil like a pot; the sea he churns like perfume in a kettle.
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Behind him he leaves a shining path; you would think the deep had the hoary head of age.
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Upon the earth there is not his like, intrepid he was made.
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All, however lofty, fear him; he is king over all proud beasts.