the birds of the sky, the fish of the sea, and whatever passes 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 heavens, and the fish of the sea, Whatsoever passeth 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.

God said,“ Let the waters abound with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth in the open expanse of the sky.”God created the large sea creatures and every living creature that moves, with which the waters swarmed, after their kind, and every winged bird after its kind. God saw that it was good.God blessed them, saying,“ Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.”There was evening and there was morning, a fifth day.God said,“ Let the earth produce living creatures after their kind, livestock, creeping things, and animals of the earth after their kind;” and it was so.God made the animals of the earth after their kind, and the livestock after their kind, and everything that creeps on the ground after its kind. God saw that it was good.

wild animals and all livestock; small creatures and flying birds;

“ Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,when they crouch in their dens, and lie in wait in the thicket?Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?“ Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor pains.Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again.“ Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.“ Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?“ The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.“ Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts,‘ Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.“ Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”

“ See now, behemoth, which I made as well as you. He eats grass as an ox.Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.His bones are like tubes of bronze. His limbs are like bars of iron.He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.Surely the mountains produce food for him, where all the animals of the field play.He lies under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the marsh.The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn’t tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?“ Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens 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 will come within his jaws?Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”