^{1 Ref} "Can you draw out Leviathan{Leviathan is a name for a crocodile or similar creature.} with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

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

^{3 Ref} Will he make many petitions to you? Or will he speak soft words to you?

^{4 Ref} Will he make a covenant with you, That you should take him for a servant forever?

^{5 Ref} Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

^{6 Ref} Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?

⁷ Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

^{8 Ref} Lay your hand on 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 who can stand before me?

^{11 Ref} Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens 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? Around his teeth is terror.

^{15 Ref} Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together 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 can't be pulled apart.

^{18 Ref} His sneezing flashes forth light, His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

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

^{20 Ref} Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

^{21 Ref} His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.

^{22 Ref} In his neck there is strength. Terror dances before him.

²³ The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.

^{24 Ref} His heart is as firm as a stone, Yes, firm as the lower millstone.

^{25 Ref} When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

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

²⁷ He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.

^{28 Ref} The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

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

^{30 Ref} His undersides are like sharp potsherds, Leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

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

^{32 Ref} He makes a path to shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

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

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