Bible in Basic English
His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.
Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.
Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.
His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.
His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.
When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.
The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.
Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.
— Job 41:18-1964, Bible in Basic English
“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: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride. ”
His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.
One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.
They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.
His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.
Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.
Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.
His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.
His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.
When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.
The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.
Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.