The birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea, Whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.

空中的鸟、海里的鱼及其他水族。

空中的飞鸟、海里的鱼，和海里游行的水族。

天空的鸟、海里的鱼，以及所有游在海中之路的。

空中的鳥、海裡的魚及其他水族。

空中的飛鳥、海裡的魚，和海裡游行的水族。

空中的鳥和海裏的魚，凡經行海道的，都服於他腳下。

天空的鳥、海裡的魚，以及所有游在海中之路的。

天上飛鳥、水中潛鱗、凡游泳於海者兮、

飛鳥潛鱗、海中百物、無不歸其統轄。

空中鳥、海中魚、並游泳於海中之百物、

空中有飛鳥。地上有牛羊。

the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.

They rule over the birds in the sky and over the fish in the ocean. They rule over everything that swims in the oceans.

the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the seas.

the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and everything that swims the ocean currents.

the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea that pass through the currents of the seas.

The birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, Whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

The birds of the air, And the fish of the sea That pass through the paths of the seas.

the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea that pass through the currents of the seas.

The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea,[ and whatsoever] passeth through the paths of the seas.

the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea and everything that moves through the currents of the seas.

the birds of the sky, the fish of the sea, and whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

And God said, Let the waters swarm with swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.And God created the great sea- monsters, and every living creature that moveth, wherewith the waters swarmed, after their kind, and every winged bird after its kind: and God saw that it was good.And God blessed them, saying, Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.And there was evening and there was morning, a fifth day.And God said, Let the earth bring forth living creatures after their kind, cattle, and creeping things, and beasts of the earth after their kind: and it was so.And God made the beasts of the earth after their kind, and the cattle after their kind, and everything that creepeth upon the ground after its kind: and God saw that it was good.

Beasts and all cattle; Creeping things and flying birds;

Canst thou hunt the prey for the lioness, Or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,When they couch in their dens, And abide in the covert to lie in wait?Who provideth for the raven his prey, When his young ones cry unto God, And wander for lack of food?Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling- place?He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.Will the wild- ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?Canst thou bind the wild- ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the grain of thy threshing- floor?The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear;Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.Hast thou given the horse his might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.As oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, And stretcheth her wings toward the south?Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.

Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox.Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly.He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.His bones are as tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.He is the chief of the ways of God: He only that made him giveth him his sword.Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.He lieth under the lotus- trees, In the covert of the reed, and the fen.The lotus- trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about.Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth.Shall any take him when he is on the watch, Or pierce through his nose with a snare?Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish- spears?Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.His strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling- stones are turned with him into stubble.Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing- wain upon the mire.He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.