18:041:010 None is so fierce that dare stir him up:  who then is able to
           stand before me?

18:041:011 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is
           under the whole heaven is mine.

18:041:012 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely
           proportion.

18:041:013 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to
           him with his double bridle?

18:041:014 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible
           round about.

18:041:015 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close
           seal.

18:041:016 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

18:041:017 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they
           cannot be sundered.

18:041:018 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the
           eyelids of the morning.

18:041:019 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap
           out.

18:041:020 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or
           caldron.

18:041:021 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

18:041:022 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy
           before him.

18:041:023 The flakes of his flesh are joined together:  they are firm in
           themselves; they cannot be moved.

18:041:024 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of
           the nether millstone.

18:041:025 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:  by reason
           of breakings they purify themselves.

18:041:026 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:  the spear,
           the dart, nor the habergeon.

18:041:027 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

18:041:028 The arrow cannot make him flee:  slingstones are turned with
           him into stubble.

18:041:029 Darts are counted as stubble:  he laugheth at the shaking of a
           spear.

18:041:030 Sharp stones are under him:  he spreadeth sharp pointed things
           upon the mire.

18:041:031 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:  he maketh the sea like
           a pot of ointment.

18:041:032 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep
           to be hoary.

18:041:033 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

18:041:034 He beholdeth all high things:  he is a king over all the
           children of pride.

18:042:001 Then Job answered the lord, and said,

18:042:002 I know that thou canst do every thing, and that no thought can
           be withholden from thee.

18:042:003 Who is he that hideth counsel without knowledge? therefore
           have I uttered that I understood not; things too wonderful for
           me, which I knew not.