[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.”