| || CANST thou draw out leviathan 1 with a fishhook?|
Or press down his tongue with a cord?
| ||Canst thou put a 2 rope into his nose?|
Or pierce his jaw through with a hook? 3
| ||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 4 off his outer garment?|
Who shall come within his jaws?
| ||Who can open the doors of his face?|
Round 5 about his teeth is terror.
| ||His strong 6 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 eye-lids 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 7 shaft.
| ||He counteth iron as straw,|
And brass as rotten wood.
| ||The arrow 8 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.