1 | Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue? |
2 | Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? |
3 | Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? |
4 | Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? |
5 | Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? |
6 | (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!) |
7 | Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head? |
8 | Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add! |
9 | Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down? |
10 | None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself? |
11 | Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine. |
12 | I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. |
13 | Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? |
14 | The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible. |
15 | A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal. |
16 | One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them. |
17 | One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated. |
18 | His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn. |
19 | Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. |
20 | Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. |
21 | His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. |
22 | In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult. |
23 | The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved. |
24 | His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. |
25 | From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. |
26 | The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance. |
27 | He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. |
28 | The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. |
29 | As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. |
30 | Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire. |
31 | He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment. |
32 | After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. |
33 | There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. |
34 | Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride. |