^{1 Ref} Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

^{2 Ref} Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

^{3 Ref} Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

^{4 Ref} Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

^{5 Ref} Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

^{6 Ref} Will the bands `of fishermen' make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

⁷ Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

^{8 Ref} Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

^{9 Ref} Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

^{10 Ref} None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

^{11 Ref} Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? `Whatsoever is' under the whole heaven is mine.

^{12 Ref} I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

^{13 Ref} Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

^{14 Ref} Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

^{15 Ref} `His' strong scales are `his' 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 one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

^{18 Ref} His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

^{19 Ref} Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.

^{20 Ref} Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and `burning' rushes.

^{21 Ref} His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

^{22 Ref} In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.

²³ The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

^{24 Ref} His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

^{25 Ref} When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

^{26 Ref} If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

²⁷ He counteth iron as straw, `And' brass as rotten wood.

^{28 Ref} The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

^{29 Ref} Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

^{30 Ref} His underparts are `like' sharp potsherds: He spreadeth `as it were' a threshing-wain upon the mire.

³¹ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

^{32 Ref} He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.

^{33 Ref} Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.

^{34 Ref} He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.