Job 41:25-31
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 41
25When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; Because of the crashing they are bewildered. 26The sword that reaches him cannot prevail, Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin. 27He regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood. 28The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him. 29Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin. 30His underparts are like sharp pieces of pottery; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mud. 31He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.King James Version
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 41
25When Leviathan rises, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw because of his thrashing. 26The sword that reaches him will have no effect, nor will a spear, dart, or arrow. 27He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. 28No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like stubble to him. 29A club is regarded as stubble, and he laughs at the sound of a javelin. 30His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading the mud like a threshing sledge. 31He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like an ointment jar.New Living Translation
Chapter 41
25When it rises, the mighty are afraid, gripped by terror. 26No sword can stop it, no spear, dart, or javelin. 27Iron is nothing but straw to that creature, and bronze is like rotten wood. 28Arrows cannot make it flee. Stones shot from a sling are like bits of grass. 29Clubs are like a blade of grass, and it laughs at the swish of javelins. 30Its belly is covered with scales as sharp as glass. It plows up the ground as it drags through the mud.English Standard Version
Chapter 41
25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves. 26Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin. 27He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. 28The arrow cannot make him flee; for him, sling stones are turned to stubble. 29Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins. 30His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire. 31He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.New International Version
Chapter 41
25When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. 26The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. 27Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. 28Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. 29A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. 30Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. 31It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.New King James Version
