[1] “Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, Or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?
[2] Can you put a reed through his nose, Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
[3] Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak softly to you?
[4] Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?
[5] Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you leash him for your maidens?
[6] Will your companions make a banquet of him? Will they apportion 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— Never do it again!
[9] Indeed, any hope of overcoming him is false; Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him?
[10] No one is so fierce that he would dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand against Me?
[11] Who has preceded Me, that I should pay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
[12] “I will not conceal his limbs, His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.
[13] Who can remove his outer coat? Who can approach him with a double bridle?
[14] Who can open the doors of his face, With his terrible teeth all around?
[15] His rows of scales are his pride, Shut up tightly as with a seal;
[16] One is so near another That no air can come between them;
[17] They are joined one to another, They stick together and cannot be parted.
[18] His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
[19] Out of his mouth go burning lights; Sparks of fire shoot out.
[20] Smoke goes out of his nostrils, As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
[21] His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes out of his mouth.
[22] Strength dwells in his neck, And sorrow dances before him.
[23] The folds of his flesh are joined together; They are firm on him and cannot be moved.
[24] His heart is as hard as stone, Even as hard as the lower millstone.
[25] When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
[26] Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail; Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
[27] He regards iron as straw, And bronze as rotten wood.
[28] The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones become like stubble to him.
[29] Darts are regarded as straw; He laughs at the threat of javelins.
[30] His undersides are like sharp potsherds; He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
[31] He makes the deep boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
[32] He leaves a shining wake behind him; One would think the deep had white hair.
[33] On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.
[34] He beholds every high thing; He is king over all the children of pride.”