Job 41, sung word for word in more than 20 music styles, with the words on screen. Free. Choose a style and a voice to play it.
1 -“Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
2 -Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
3 -Will he beg you for mercy or speak to you softly?
4 -Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life?
5 -Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?
6 -Will traders barter for him or divide him among the merchants?
7 -Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
8 -If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle and never repeat it!
9 -Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?
10 -No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me?
11 -Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
12 -I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.
13 -Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?
14 -Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?
15 -His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.
16 -One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.
17 -They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.
18 -His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
19 -Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!
20 -Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
21 -His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.
22 -Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.
23 -The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
24 -His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!
25 -When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.
26 -The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.
27 -He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
28 -No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.
29 -A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.
30 -His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.
31 -He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32 -He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!
33 -Nothing on earth is his equal—a creature devoid of fear!
34 -He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”
(Berean Standard Bible)
