Job 40:15-24
New International Version (NIV)
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15 "Look at the behemoth, [a] which I made along with you and which feeds on grass like an ox.
16 What strength he has in his loins, what power in the muscles of his belly!
17 His tail [b] sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are close-knit.
18 His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like rods of iron.
19 He ranks first among the works of God, yet his Maker can approach him with his sword.
20 The hills bring him their produce, and all the wild animals play nearby.
21 Under the lotus plants he lies, hidden among the reeds in the marsh.
22 The lotuses conceal him in their shadow; the poplars by the stream surround him.
23 When the river rages, he is not alarmed; he is secure, though the Jordan should surge against his mouth.
24 Can anyone capture him by the eyes, [c] or trap him and pierce his nose?
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The Message (MSG)
18-34 "He snorts and the world lights up with fire, he blinks and the dawn breaks.Comets pour out of his mouth, fireworks arc and branch.Smoke erupts from his nostrils like steam from a boiling pot.He blows and fires blaze; flames of fire stream from his mouth.All muscle he is—sheer and seamless muscle. To meet him is to dance with death.Sinewy and lithe, there's not a soft spot in his entire body—As tough inside as out, rock-hard, invulnerable.Even angels run for cover when he surfaces, cowering before his tail-thrashing turbulence.Javelins bounce harmlessly off his hide, harpoons ricochet wildly.Iron bars are so much straw to him, bronze weapons beneath notice.Arrows don't even make him blink; bullets make no more impression than raindrops.A battle ax is nothing but a splinter of kindling; he treats a brandished harpoon as a joke.His belly is armor-plated, inexorable— unstoppable as a barge.He roils deep ocean the way you'd boil water, he whips the sea like you'd whip an egg into batter.With a luminous trail stretching out behind him, you might think Ocean had grown a gray beard!There's nothing on this earth quite like him, not an ounce of fear in that creature!He surveys all the high and mighty— king of the ocean, king of the deep!"
18-34 "He snorts and the world lights up with fire, he blinks and the dawn breaks.Comets pour out of his mouth, fireworks arc and branch.Smoke erupts from his nostrils like steam from a boiling pot.He blows and fires blaze; flames of fire stream from his mouth.All muscle he is—sheer and seamless muscle. To meet him is to dance with death.Sinewy and lithe, there's not a soft spot in his entire body—As tough inside as out, rock-hard, invulnerable.Even angels run for cover when he surfaces, cowering before his tail-thrashing turbulence.Javelins bounce harmlessly off his hide, harpoons ricochet wildly.Iron bars are so much straw to him, bronze weapons beneath notice.Arrows don't even make him blink; bullets make no more impression than raindrops.A battle ax is nothing but a splinter of kindling; he treats a brandished harpoon as a joke.His belly is armor-plated, inexorable— unstoppable as a barge.He roils deep ocean the way you'd boil water, he whips the sea like you'd whip an egg into batter.With a luminous trail stretching out behind him, you might think Ocean had grown a gray beard!There's nothing on this earth quite like him, not an ounce of fear in that creature!He surveys all the high and mighty— king of the ocean, king of the deep!"
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