| 1 | Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord? |
| 2 | Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike? |
| 3 | Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee? |
| 4 | Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever? |
| 5 | Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? |
| 6 | Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants? |
| 7 | Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears? |
| 8 | Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, -- do no more! |
| 9 | Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him? |
| 10 | None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me? |
| 11 | Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] 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 | Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws? |
| 14 | Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror. |
| 15 | The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal. |
| 16 | One is so near to another that no air can come between them; |
| 17 | They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered. |
| 18 | His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. |
| 19 | Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out: |
| 20 | Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron. |
| 21 | His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. |
| 22 | In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him. |
| 23 | The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved. |
| 24 | His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone]. |
| 25 | When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation. |
| 26 | If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon. |
| 27 | He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. |
| 28 | The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble. |
| 29 | Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. |
| 30 | His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire. |
| 31 | He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment; |
| 32 | He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary. |
| 33 | Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. |
| 34 | He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. |
