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Księga Hioba 41:3

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Job41:1

"Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?
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Can you put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
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Will he make many petitions to you? Or will he speak soft words to you?
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Will he make a covenant with you, That you should take him for a servant forever?
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Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
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Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
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Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
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Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
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Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
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None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
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Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
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"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
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Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
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Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
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Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together with a close seal.
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One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
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They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
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His sneezing flashes forth light, His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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Out of his mouth go burning torches, Sparks of fire leap forth.
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Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
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His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
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In his neck there is strength. Terror dances before him.
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The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
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His heart is as firm as a stone, Yes, firm as the lower millstone.
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When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
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If one lay at him with the sword, it can't avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
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He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.
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The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
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Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
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His undersides are like sharp potsherds, Leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
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He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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He makes a path to shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
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On earth there is not his equal, That is made without fear.
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He sees everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride."