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JOB
- I will not conceal his parts,
- Nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
- Who can discover the face of his garment?
- Or who can come to him with his double bridle?
- Who can open the doors of his face?
- His teeth are terrible round about.
- His scales are his pride,
- Shut up together as with a close seal.
- One is so near to another,
- That no air can come between them.
- They are joined one to another,
- They stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
- By his neesings a light doth shine,
- And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
- Out of his mouth go burning lamps,
- And sparks of fire leap out.
- Out of his nostrils goeth smoke,
- As out of a seething pot or caldron.
- His breath kindleth coals,
- And a flame goeth out of his mouth.
- In his neck remaineth strength,
- And sorrow is turned into joy before him.
- The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
- They are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
- His heart is as firm as a stone;
- Yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
- When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:
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