Catholic Public Domain Version
"His body is like shields fused together, like dense scales pressed over one another. "
— Job 41:6, Catholic Public Domain Version
“Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?”
“Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants? ”
“Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?”
“Will partners bargain for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants?”
“His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.”
“Will the fishermen make profit out of him? will they have him cut up for the traders?”
“Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?”
I will not spare him, nor his powerful words and counterfeit attempts at supplication.
Who can reveal the beauty of his garment? And who can enter the middle of his mouth?
Who can open the doors of his face? I gave fear to the circle of his teeth.
His body is like shields fused together, like dense scales pressed over one another.
One is joined to another, and not even air can pass between them.
They adhere to one another, and they hold themselves in place and will not be separated.
His sneezing has the brilliance of fire, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.