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Knjiga o Jovu 41
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Knjiga o Jovu
Kapitel 41
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Nema slobodnog koji bi ga probudio;
a ko će stati preda me?
2
Ko mi je pre dao šta, da mu vratim?
Šta je god pod svim nebom, moje je.
3
Neću ćutati o udima njegovim
ni o sili ni o lepoti stasa njegovog.
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Ko će mu uzgrnuti gornju odeću?
K čeljustima njegovim ko će pristupiti?
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Vrata grla njegovog ko će otvoriti?
Strah je oko zuba njegovih.
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Krljušti su mu jaki štitovi spojeni tvrdo.
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Blizu su jedna do druge
da ni vetar ne ulazi među njih.
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Jedna je za drugu prionula,
drže se i ne rastavljaju se.
9
Kad kiha kao da munja seva,
a oči su mu kao trepavice u zore.
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Iz usta mu izlaze lučevi,
i iskre ognjene skaču.
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Iz nozdrva mu izlazi dim
kao iz vrelog lonca ili kotla.
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Dah njegov raspaljuje ugljevlje
i plamen mu izlazi iz usta.
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U vratu mu stoji sila,
i pred njim ide strah.
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Udi mesa njegovog spojeni su,
jednostavno je na njemu, ne razmiče se.
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Srce mu je tvrdo kao kamen,
tvrdo kao donji žrvanj.
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Kad se digne, drhću junaci,
i od straha očišćaju se od greha svojih.
17
Da ga udari mač, ne može se održati,
ni koplje ni strela ni oklop.
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Njemu je gvožđe kao pleva,
a bronza kao trulo drvo.
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Neće ga poterati strela,
kamenje iz praće njemu je kao slamka;
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Kao slama su mu ubojne sprave,
i smeje se bačenom koplju.
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Pod njim su oštri crepovi,
stere sebi oštre stvari u glibu.
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Čini, te vri dubina kao lonac,
i more se muti kao u stupi.
23
Za sobom ostavlja svetlu stazu,
rekao bi da je bezdana osedela.
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Ništa nema na zemlji da bi se isporedilo s njim,
da bi stvoreno bilo da se ničega ne boji.
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Šta je god visoko prezire,
car je nad svim zverjem.
Job
Kapitel 41
1
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
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Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
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Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
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Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
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Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
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Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
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Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
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Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
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Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
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None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
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Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12
I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
13
Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
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Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
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His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
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One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
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They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
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By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
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Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
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His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
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The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
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His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
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When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
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The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
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He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
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The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
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Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
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Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
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He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
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He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
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Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
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He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.