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절	Biblia Hebraica Stuttgartensia (1977)	King James Version
1	הֵן־תֹּחַלְתּ֥וֹ נִכְזָ֑בָה הֲגַ֖ם אֶל־מַרְאָ֣יו יֻטָֽל׃	Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
2	לֹֽא־אַ֭כְזָר כִּ֣י יְעוּרֶ֑נּוּ וּמִ֥י ה֝֗וּא לְפָנַ֥י יִתְיַצָּֽב׃	Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
3	מִ֣י הִ֭קְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּ֑ם תַּ֖חַת כָּל־הַשָּׁמַ֣יִם לִי־הֽוּא׃	Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
4	לֹֽא־אַחֲרִ֥ישׁ בַּדָּ֑יו וּדְבַר־גְּ֝בוּר֗וֹת וְחִ֣ין עֶרְכּֽוֹ׃	Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
5	מִֽי־גִ֭לָּה פְּנֵ֣י לְבוּשֹׁ֑ו בְּכֶ֥פֶל רִ֝סְנ֗וֹ מִ֣י יָבֽוֹא׃	Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
6	דַּלְתֵ֣י פָ֭נָיו מִ֣י פִתֵּ֑חַ סְבִיב֖וֹת שִׁנָּ֣יו אֵימָֽה׃	Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
7	גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָֽגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חוֹתָ֥ם צָֽר׃	Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
8	אֶחָ֣ד בְּאֶחָ֣ד יִגַּ֑שׁוּ וְ֝ר֗וּחַ לֹא־יָב֥וֹא בֵֽינֵיהֶֽם׃	Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
9	אִישׁ־בְּאָחִ֥יהוּ יְדֻבָּ֑קוּ יִ֝תְלַכְּד֗וּ וְלֹ֣א יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ׃	Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10	עֲֽ֭טִישֹׁתָיו תָּ֣הֶל א֑וֹר וְ֝עֵינָ֗יו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃	None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
11	מִ֭פִּיו לַפִּידִ֣ים יַהֲלֹ֑כוּ כִּיד֥וֹדֵי אֵ֝֗שׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ׃	Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12	מִ֭נְּחִירָיו יֵצֵ֣א עָשָׁ֑ן כְּד֖וּד נָפ֣וּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן׃	I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
13	נַ֭פְשׁוֹ גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝לַ֗הַב מִפִּ֥יו יֵצֵֽא׃	Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
14	בְּֽ֭צַוָּארוֹ יָלִ֣ין עֹ֑ז וּ֝לְפָנָ֗יו תָּד֥וּץ דְּאָבָֽה׃	Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
15	מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂר֣וֹ דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗יו בַּל־יִמּֽוֹט׃	His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
16	לִ֭בּוֹ יָצ֣וּק כְּמוֹ־אָ֑בֶן וְ֝יָצ֗וּק כְּפֶ֣לַח תַּחְתִּֽית׃	One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
17	מִ֭שֵּׂתוֹ יָג֣וּרוּ אֵלִ֑ים מִ֝שְּׁבָרִ֗ים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ׃	They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
18	מַשִּׂיגֵ֣הוּ חֶ֭רֶב בְּלִ֣י תָק֑וּם חֲנִ֖ית מַסָּ֣ע וְשִׁרְיָֽה׃	By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19	יַחְשֹׁ֣ב לְתֶ֣בֶן בַּרְזֶ֑ל לְעֵ֖ץ רִקָּב֣וֹן נְחוּשָֽׁה׃	Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
20	לֹֽא־יַבְרִיחֶ֥נּוּ בֶן־קָ֑שֶׁת לְ֝קַ֗שׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ־ל֥וֹ אַבְנֵי־קָֽלַע׃	Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
21	כְּ֭קַשׁ נֶחְשְׁב֣וּ תוֹתָ֑ח וְ֝יִשְׂחַ֗ק לְרַ֣עַשׁ כִּידֽוֹן׃	His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22	תַּ֭חְתָּיו חַדּ֣וּדֵי חָ֑רֶשׂ יִרְפַּ֖ד חָר֣וּץ עֲלֵי־טִֽיט׃	In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
23	יַרְתִּ֣יחַ כַּסִּ֣יר מְצוּלָ֑ה יָ֝֗ם יָשִׂ֥ים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה׃	The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
24	אַ֭חֲרָיו יָאִ֣יר נָתִ֑יב יַחְשֹׁ֖ב תְּה֣וֹם לְשֵׂיבָֽה׃	His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
25	אֵֽין־עַל־עָפָ֥ר מָשְׁל֑וֹ הֶ֝עָשׂ֗וּ לִבְלִי־חָֽת׃	When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
26	אֵֽת־כָּל־גָּבֹ֥הַּ יִרְאֶ֑ה ה֝֗וּא מֶ֣לֶךְ עַל־כָּל־בְּנֵי־שָֽׁחַץ׃ ס	The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27	—	He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
28	—	The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29	—	Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
30	—	Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
31	—	He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32	—	He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
33	—	Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
34	—	He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.