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Job 41:4-34
Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.“ I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
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Proverbs 30:27
The locusts have no king, yet they advance in ranks.
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Job 38:39-39:12
“ Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,when they crouch in their dens, and lie in wait in the thicket?Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?“ Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor pains.Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again.“ Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.“ Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?
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Job 39:26-30
“ Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”
