1 W ilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?

2 W ilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?

3 W ill he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?

4 W ill he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?

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

6 S hall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?

7 W ilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?

8 L ay thy hand upon him; remember the battle,—do no more!

9 L o, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?

10 N one is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?

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

12 I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.

13 W ho can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?

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

15 T he rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together a close seal.

16 O ne is so near to another that no air can come between them;

17 T hey are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.

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

19 O ut of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:

20 O ut of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.

21 H is breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

22 I n his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.

23 T he flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.

24 H is heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether.

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

26 I f any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.

27 H e esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.

28 T he arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

29 C lubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

30 H is under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge 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 the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.

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

34 H e beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.