"aCan you draw out b1Leviathan with a fishhook ? Or pressdown his tongue with a cord ?
"Can you 2put a crope in his nose Or pierce his jaw with a dhook ?
"Will he makemanysupplications to you, Or will he speak to you softwords ?
"Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him for a servantforever ?
"Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you bind him for your maidens ?
"Will the etradersbargainover him? Will they divide him among the merchants ?
"Can you fill his skin with harpoons, Or his head with fishingspears ?
8"Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle ; fyou will not do it again !
"gBehold, hyour expectation is false ; Will iyou be laidloweven at the sight of him?
10"No one is so fierce that he dares to 3arouse him; Who then is he that can standbefore Me?
11"Who has j4given to Me that I should repay him? Whatever is 5under the wholeheaven is Mine.
"I will not keepsilence concerning his limbs, Or his mightystrength, or his korderlyframe.
13"Who can lstripoff his outerarmor ? Who can come within his doublemmail ?
14"Who can open the doors of his face ? Around his teeth there is terror.
"His nstrongscales are his pride, Shut up as with a tightseal.
16"One is so near to another That noair can comebetween them.
"They are joinedone to another ; They claspeach other and cannot be separated.
"His sneezesflashforthlight, And his eyes are like the 6eyelids of the morning.
"Out of his mouthgoburningtorches ; Sparks of fireleapforth.
"Out of his nostrilssmokegoesforth As from a boilingpot and burning rushes.
"His breathkindlescoals, And a flamegoesforth from his mouth.
"In his necklodgesstrength, And dismayleapsbefore him.
"The folds of his flesh are joinedtogether, Firm on him and immovable .
"His heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lowermillstone.
25"When he raises himself up, the omightyfear ; Because of the crashing they are bewildered.
"The sword that reaches him cannotavail, Nor the spear, the dart or the javelin.
"He regardsiron as straw, Bronze as rottenwood.
"The parrowcannot make him flee ; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.
29"Clubs are regarded as stubble ; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
"His underparts are like sharppotsherds ; He qspreads out like a threshingsledge on the mire.
"He makes the depthsboil like a pot ; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32"Behind him he makes a wake to shine ; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
"7Nothing on rearth is like him, One madewithoutfear.
"sHe looks on everything that is high ; He is kingoverall the 8sons of pride."