- 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.