- Canst thou draw out Leuiathan with an hooke?
or his tongue with a corde which thou lettest downe?
- Canst thou put an hooke into his nose?
or bore his iawe through with a thorne?
- Will he make many supplications vnto thee?
will he speake soft words vnto thee?
- Will he make a couenant with thee?
wilt thou take him for a seruant for euer?
- Wilt thou play with him as with a birde?
wilt thou binde him for thy maydens?
- Shall the companions make a banquet of him?
shall they part him among the merchants?
- Canst thou fill his skinne with barbed irons?
or his head with fishspeares?
- Lay thine hand vpon him, remember the battell: doe no more.
- Behold, the hope of him is in vaine: shall not one be cast downe euen at the sight of him?
- None is so fierce that dare stirre him vp: who then is able to stand before me?
- Who hath preuented me that I should repay him?
whatsoeuer is vnder the whole heauen, is mine.
- I will not conceale his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
- Who can discouer the face of his garment?
or who can come to him, with his double bridle?
- Who can open the doores of his face?
his teeth are terrible round about.
- His scales are his pride, shut vp together as with a close seale.
- One is so neere to another, that no ayre can come betweene them.
- They are ioyned one to another, they sticke together, that they cannot be sundred.
- By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eye-liddes of the morning.
- Out of his mouth goe burning lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
- Out of his nostrels goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
- His breath kindleth coales, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
- In his necke remaineth strength, and sorrowe is turned into ioy before him.
- The flakes of his flesh are ioyned together: they are firme in themselues, they cannot be moued.
- His heart is as firme as a stone, yea as hard as a peece of the nether mil-stone.
- When he rayseth vp himselfe, the mightie are afraid: by reason of breakings they purifie themselues.
- The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the speare, the dart, nor the habergeon.
- He esteemeth iron as straw, and brasse as rotten wood.
- The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
- Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a speare.
- Sharpe stones are vnder him: he spreadeth sharpe pointed things vpon the mire.
- He maketh the deepe to boyle like a pot: hee maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.
- Hee maketh a path to shine after him;
one would thinke the deepe to bee hoarie.
- Upon earth there is not his like: who is made without feare.
- He beholdeth all high things: he is a king ouer all the children of pride.