Job

1I will not stir him up, like one that is cruel: for who can resist my countenance?

2Who hath given me before that I should repay him? All things that are under heaven are mine.

3I will not spare him, nor his mighty words, and framed to make supplication.

4Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can go into the midst of his mouth?

5Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

6His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.

7One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them:

8They stick one to another and they hold one another fast, and shall not be separated.

9His sneezing is like the shining of fire, and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning.

10Out of his mouth go forth lamps, like torches of lighted fire.

11Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, like that of a pot heated and boiling.

12His breath kindleth coals, and a flame cometh forth out of his mouth.

13In his neck strength shall dwell, and want goeth before his face.

14The members of his flesh cleave one to another: he shall send lightnings against him, and they shall not be carried to another place.

15His heart shall be as hard as a stone, and as firm as a smith’s anvil.

16When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear, and being affrighted shall purify themselves.

17When a sword shall lay at him, it shall not be able to hold, nor a spear, nor a breastplate.

18For he shall esteem iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

19The archer shall not put him to flight, the stones of the sling are to him like stubble.

20As stubble will he esteem the hammer, and he will laugh him to scorn who shaketh the spear.

21The beams of the sun shall be under him, and he shall strew gold under him like mire.

22He shall make the deep sea to boil like a pot, and shall make it as when ointments boil.

23A path shall shine after him, he shall esteem the deep as growing old.

24There is no power upon earth that can be compared with him who was made to fear no one.

25He beholdeth every high thing, he is king over all the children of pride.

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1chỉ thấy nó thôi là đã rụng rời,

2đối diện với nó, chẳng ai đứng vững.

3Dưới gầm trời này, không có một ai !

4Sức mạnh vô song của nó, Ta sẽ kể ra.

5áo giáp kép của nó, ai đã chui vào ?

6Chung quanh răng nó, toàn là kinh hãi.

7dính chặt vào nhau như được đóng ấn.

8Chúng xếp khít vào nhau, khiến gió không sao lọt qua nổi.

9Chúng dính chặt vào nhau, thành một khối không thể tách rời.

10mắt nó tựa ánh bình minh rạng ngời.

11phun muôn ngàn tia lửa.

12như chảo sôi sùng sục trên lò.

13lửa hồng từ miệng nó bốc lên.

14kinh hoàng đi trước nó mở đường.

15nên rắn chắc, không sao lay chuyển.

16Tim nó cứng như đá, chắc như phần dưới thớt cối xay.

17Nó đứng lên, người hùng cũng run sợ, sóng cồn phải rút lui.

18mũi giáo, mũi lao hay mũi tên cũng thế.

19Nó coi sắt như rơm, coi đồng như gỗ mục,

20coi đá phóng như thể cọng rơm.

21tiếng lao rít chỉ khiến nó mỉm cười.

22trên đất bùn, nó duỗi dài như một cái trục lăn.

23làm cho biển cả nên như lò đốt hương.

24biến vực sâu thành mái đầu bạc.

25bẩm sinh nó không hề biết sợ.

26nó là vua của muôn loài ác thú.