"Can you pull in the leviathana1 with a fishhook2 or tie down its tongue with a rope?
Can you put a cord through its nose3 or pierce its jaw with a hook?43
Will it keep begging you for mercy?5 Will it speak to you with gentle words?
Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life?65
Can you make a pet of it like a bird or put it on a leash for the young women in your house?
Will traders barter for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants?
Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?78
If you lay a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again!89
Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering.910
No one is fierce enough to rouse it.10 Who then is able to stand against me?1111
Who has a claim against me that I must pay?12 Everything under heaven belongs to me.1312
"I will not fail to speak of Leviathan's limbs,14 its strength15 and its graceful form.
Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor?b1614
Who dares open the doors of its mouth,17 ringed about with fearsome teeth?
Its back hasc rows of shields tightly sealed together;1816
each is so close to the next that no air can pass between.
They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted.
Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn.1919
Flames20 stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.
Smoke pours from its nostrils21 as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
Its breath22 sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth.2322
Strength24 resides in its neck; dismay goes before it.
The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.2525
When it rises up, the mighty are terrified;26 they retreat before its thrashing.2726
The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.282927
Iron it treats like straw30 and bronze like rotten wood.
Arrows do not make it flee;31 slingstones are like chaff to it.
A club seems to it but a piece of straw;32 it laughs33 at the rattling of the lance.
Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.3431
It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron35 and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.3632
It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair.
Nothing on earth is its equal37-- a creature without fear.
It looks down on all that are haughty;38 it is king over all that are proud.39"