^{1 Ref} Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue?

^{2 Ref} Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

^{3 Ref} Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?

^{4 Ref} Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

^{5 Ref} Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

^{6 Ref} (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 Ref} Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!

^{9 Ref} Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

^{10 Ref} None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?

^{11 Ref} Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it `is' mine.

^{12 Ref} I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

^{13 Ref} Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

^{14 Ref} The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible.

^{15 Ref} 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 Ref} His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes `are' as the eyelids of the dawn.

^{19 Ref} Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

^{20 Ref} Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

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

^{22 Ref} 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 Ref} His heart `is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.

^{25 Ref} From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

^{26 Ref} The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.

²⁷ He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

^{28 Ref} The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

^{29 Ref} As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

^{30 Ref} 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 Ref} After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

^{33 Ref} There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

^{34 Ref} Every high thing he doth see, He `is' king over all sons of pride.