1 Niemand is so vermetel, dat hy hom durf terg nie; wie is hy dan wat voor My sou standhou?
2 Wie het eerste aan My gegee, dat Ek hom moet vergelde? Wat onder die ganse hemel is, is myne.
3 Ek wil nie swyg oor sy lede en hoe dit staan met sy kragsvolheid en die skoonheid van sy uitrusting nie.
4 Wie het die boonste van sy pantser opgelig? In sy dubbele gebit -- wie kan daarin deurdring?
5 Die deure van sy gesig -- wie het dit geopen? Rondom sy tande is verskrikking.
6 'n Voorwerp van trots is die groewe van die skilde, verseël met 'n vaste seël.
7 Die een is so naby die ander, dat die wind daar nie tussenin kan kom nie.
8 Hulle kleef aanmekaar, hou aanmekaar vas, onafskeibaar.
9 Sy genies laat lig skitter, en sy oë is soos die ooglede van die dageraad.
10 Uit sy mond kom fakkels, spat vuurvonke uit.
11 Uit sy neusgate kom rook, soos uit 'n kokende pot met biesiesvuur daarby.
12 Sy asem laat kole ontvlam, en 'n vlam gaan uit sy mond.
13 In sy nek woon sterkte, en voor hom uit spring ontsteltenis.
14 Die klompe van sy vleis is vas aanmekaar, aan hom vasgegiet, onbeweeglik.
15 Sy hart is hard soos 'n klip, ja, hard soos die onderste meulsteen.
16 As hy hom oplig, word die magtiges bang; van verbystering raak hulle buite hulself.
17 Raak iemand hom met die swaard -- dit hou nie stand nie; geen spies, lans of assegaai nie.
18 Yster is vir hom soos strooi; koper soos hout wat vergaan het.
19 Die pyl laat hom nie vlug nie; slingerstene word vir hom soos stoppels.
20 Knopkieries is vir hom soos stoppels, en hy lag oor die gesuis van die lans.
21 Onderaan hom is spits skerwe: hy sprei 'n ware dorsslee uit op die modder.
22 Hy laat die diepte kook soos 'n pot; die waterplas maak by soos 'n kokende salfpot.
23 Agter hom verlig hy die pad: 'n mens sou die watervloed aansien vir grys hare.
24 Sy gelyke is daar op die aarde nie, die skepsel sonder vrees.
25 Hy kyk alles aan wat hoog is; hy is koning oor al die trotse roofdiere.
1 \41:10\He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?
2 \41:11\Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!
3 \41:12\I will not keep quiet about the parts of his body, or about his power, and the strength of his frame.
4 \41:13\Who has ever taken off his outer skin? who may come inside his inner coat of iron?
5 \41:14\Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.
6 \41:15\His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.
7 \41:16\One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.
8 \41:17\They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.
9 \41:18\His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.
10 \41:19\Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.
11 \41:20\Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.
12 \41:21\His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
13 \41:22\Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
14 \41:23\The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.
15 \41:24\His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.
16 \41:25\When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.
17 \41:26\The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
18 \41:27\Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
19 \41:28\The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
20 \41:29\A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
21 \41:30\Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
22 \41:31\The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
23 \41:32\After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
24 \41:33\On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.
25 \41:34\Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.