[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.”