Tua Palavra

|Jó 41:1| Any hope you might have would be futile, the mere sight of him would overwhelm you.

|Jó 41:2| When roused, he grows ferocious, who could ever stand up to him?

|Jó 41:3| Who has ever attacked him with impunity? No one beneath all heaven!

|Jó 41:4| Next I will talk of his limbs and describe his matchless strength-

|Jó 41:5| who can undo the front of his tunic or pierce the double armour of his breastplate?

|Jó 41:6| Who dare open the gates of his mouth? Terror reigns round his teeth!

|Jó 41:7| His back is like rows of shields, sealed with a stone seal,

|Jó 41:8| touching each other so close that no breath could pass between,

|Jó 41:9| sticking to one another making an impervious whole.

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|Jó 41:10| His sneezes radiate light, his eyes are like the eyelashes of the dawn.