1 C anst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

2 C anst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

3 W ill he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

4 W ill he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

5 W ilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

6 W ill the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

7 C anst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

8 L ay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

9 B ehold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

10 N one is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

11 W ho hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

12 I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

13 W ho can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

14 W ho can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

15 H is strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.

16 O ne is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

17 T hey are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

18 H is sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19 O ut of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.

20 O ut of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.

21 H is breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

22 I n his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.

23 T he flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

24 H is heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

25 W hen he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

26 I f one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27 H e counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.

28 T he arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

29 C lubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

30 H is underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

31 H e maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

32 H e maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.

33 U pon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.

34 H e beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.