Job 41
1I will not stir him up, like one that is cruel, for who can resist my countenance?
Non quasi crudelis suscitabo eum: quis enim resistere potest vultui meo?
3I will not spare him, nor his mighty words, and framed to make supplication.
Non parcam ei, et verbis potentibus, et ad deprecandum compositis.
4Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can go into the midst of his mouth?
Quis revelabit faciem indumenti ejus? et in medium oris ejus quis intrabit?
5Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
Portas vultus ejus quis aperiet? per gyrum dentium ejus formido.
6His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.
Corpus illius quasi scuta fusilia, compactum squamis se prementibus.
7One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them:
Una uni conjungitur, et ne spiraculum quidem incedit per eas.
9His sneezing is like the shining of fire, and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning.
Sternutatio ejus splendor ignis, et oculi ejus ut palpebræ diluculi.
10Out of his mouth go forth lamps, like torches of lighted fire.
De ore ejus lampades procedunt, sicut tædæ ignis accensæ.
11Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, like that of a pot heated and boiling.
De naribus ejus procedit fumus, sicut ollæ succensæ atque ferventis.
12His breath kindleth coals, and a flame cometh forth out of his mouth.
Halitus ejus prunas ardere facit, et flamma de ore ejus egreditur.
14The members of his flesh cleave one to another: he shall send lightnings against him, and they shall not be carried to another place.
Membra carnium ejus cohærentia sibi: mittet contra eum fulmina, et ad locum alium non ferentur.
16When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear, and being affrighted shall purify themselves.
Cum sublatus fuerit, timebunt angeli, et territi purgabuntur.
17When a sword shall lay at him, it shall not be able to hold, nor a spear, nor a breastplate.
Cum apprehenderit eum gladius, subsistere non poterit, neque hasta, neque thorax:
20As stubble will he esteem the hammer, and he will laugh him to scorn who shaketh the spear.
Quasi stipulam æstimabit malleum, et deridebit vibrantem hastam.
23A path shall shine after him, he shall esteem the deep as growing old.
Post eum lucebit semita: æstimabit abyssum quasi senescentem.
24There is no power upon earth that can be compared with him who was made to fear no one,
Non est super terram potestas quæ comparetur ei, qui factus est ut nullum timeret.
25He beholdeth every high thing, he is king over all the children of pride.
Omne sublime videt: ipse est rex super universos filios superbiæ.