1 “ Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

2 “ Can you put a rope in his nose Or pierce his jaw with a hook?

3 “ Will he make many supplications to you, Or will he speak to you soft words?

4 “ Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him for a servant forever?

5 “ Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you bind him for your maidens?

6 “ Will the traders bargain over him? Will they divide him among the merchants?

7 “ Can you fill his skin with harpoons, Or his head with fishing spears?

8 “ Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle; you will not do it again!

9 “ Behold, your expectation is false; Will you be laid low even at the sight of him?

10 “ No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse him; Who then is he that can stand before Me?

11 “ Who has given to Me that I should repay him ? Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.

12 “ I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Or his mighty strength, or his orderly frame.

13 “ Who can strip off his outer armor? Who can come within his double mail?

14 “ Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth there is terror.

15 “ His strong scales are his pride, Shut up as with a tight seal.

16 “ One is so near to another That no air can come between them.

17 “ They are joined one to another; They clasp each other and cannot be separated.

18 “ His sneezes flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19 “ Out of his mouth go burning torches; Sparks of fire leap forth.

20 “ Out of his nostrils smoke goes forth As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

21 “ His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.

22 “ In his neck lodges strength, And dismay leaps before him.

23 “ The folds of his flesh are joined together, Firm on him and immovable.

24 “ His heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lower millstone.

25 “ When he raises himself up, the mighty fear; Because of the crashing they are bewildered.

26 “ The sword that reaches him cannot avail, Nor the spear, the dart or the javelin.

27 “ He regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood.

28 “ The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.

29 “ Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.

30 “ His underparts are like sharp potsherds; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.

31 “ He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

32 “ Behind him he makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.

33 “ Nothing on earth is like him, One made without fear.

34 “ He looks on everything that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride.”