1
Canst thou draw out Leuiathan with an hooke?
or his tongue with a corde which thou lettest downe?
2
Canst thou put an hooke into his nose?
or bore his iawe through with a thorne?
3
Will he make many supplications vnto thee?
will he speake soft words vnto thee?
4
Will he make a couenant with thee?
wilt thou take him for a seruant for euer?
5
Wilt thou play with him as with a birde?
wilt thou binde him for thy maydens?
6
Shall the companions make a banquet of him?
shall they part him among the merchants?
7
Canst thou fill his skinne with barbed irons?
or his head with fishspeares?
8
Lay thine hand vpon him, remember the battell: doe no more.
9
Behold, the hope of him is in vaine: shall not one be cast downe euen at the sight of him?
10
None is so fierce that dare stirre him vp: who then is able to stand before me?
11
Who hath preuented me that I should repay him?
whatsoeuer is vnder the whole heauen, is mine.
12
I will not conceale his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
13
Who can discouer the face of his garment?
or who can come to him, with his double bridle?
14
Who can open the doores of his face?
his teeth are terrible round about.
15
His scales are his pride, shut vp together as with a close seale.
16
One is so neere to another, that no ayre can come betweene them.
17
They are ioyned one to another, they sticke together, that they cannot be sundred.
18
By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eye-liddes of the morning.
19
Out of his mouth goe burning lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
20
Out of his nostrels goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
21
His breath kindleth coales, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22
In his necke remaineth strength, and sorrowe is turned into ioy before him.
23
The flakes of his flesh are ioyned together: they are firme in themselues, they cannot be moued.
24
His heart is as firme as a stone, yea as hard as a peece of the nether mil-stone.
25
When he rayseth vp himselfe, the mightie are afraid: by reason of breakings they purifie themselues.
26
The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the speare, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27
He esteemeth iron as straw, and brasse as rotten wood.
28
The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
29
Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a speare.
30
Sharpe stones are vnder him: he spreadeth sharpe pointed things vpon the mire.
31
He maketh the deepe to boyle like a pot: hee maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.
32
Hee maketh a path to shine after him;
one would thinke the deepe to bee hoarie.
33
Upon earth there is not his like: who is made without feare.
34
He beholdeth all high things: he is a king ouer all the children of pride.