Tua Palavra

₁₁

|Jó 41:11| From his mouth come fiery torches, sparks of fire fly out of it.

₁₂

|Jó 41:12| His nostrils belch smoke like a cauldron boiling on the fire.

₁₃

|Jó 41:13| His breath could kindle coals, flame issues from his mouth.

₁₄

|Jó 41:14| His strength resides in his neck, violence leaps before him as he goes.

₁₅

|Jó 41:15| The strips of his flesh are jointed together, firmly set in and immovable.

₁₆

|Jó 41:16| His heart is as hard as rock unyielding as the lower millstone.

₁₇

|Jó 41:17| When he stands up, the waves take fright and the billows of the sea retreat.

₁₈

|Jó 41:18| Sword may strike but will not stick in him, no more will spear, javelin or lance.

₁₉

|Jó 41:19| Iron means no more to him than straw, nor bronze than rotten wood.

₂₀

|Jó 41:20| No arrow can make him flee, a sling-stone tickles him like hay.