¹"Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord? ²"Can you put a rope in his nose Or pierce his jaw with a hook? ³"Will he make many supplications to you, Or will he speak to you soft words? ⁴"Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him for a servant forever? ⁵"Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you bind him for your maidens? ⁶"Will the traders bargain over him? Will they divide him among the merchants? ⁷"Can you fill his skin with harpoons, Or his head with fishing spears? ⁸"Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle; you will not do it again! ⁹"Behold, your expectation is false; Will you be laid low even at the sight of him? ¹⁰"No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse him; Who then is he that can stand before Me? ¹¹"Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine. ¹²"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Or his mighty strength, or his orderly frame. ¹³"Who can strip off his outer armor? Who can come within his double mail? ¹⁴"Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth there is terror. ¹⁵"His strong scales are his pride, Shut up as with a tight seal. ¹⁶"One is so near to another That no air can come between them. ¹⁷"They are joined one to another; They clasp each other and cannot be separated. ¹⁸"His sneezes flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. ¹⁹"Out of his mouth go burning torches; Sparks of fire leap forth. ²⁰"Out of his nostrils smoke goes forth As from a boiling pot and burning rushes. ²¹"His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from his mouth. ²²"In his neck lodges strength, And dismay leaps before him. ²³"The folds of his flesh are joined together, Firm on him and immovable. ²⁴"His heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lower millstone. ²⁵"When he raises himself up, the mighty fear; Because of the crashing they are bewildered. ²⁶"The sword that reaches him cannot avail, Nor the spear, the dart or the javelin. ²⁷"He regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood. ²⁸"The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him. ²⁹"Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin. ³⁰"His underparts are like sharp potsherds; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire. ³¹"He makes the depths boil 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. ³³" Nothing on earth is like him, One made without fear. ³⁴"He looks on everything that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride."

"His underparts are like sharp potsherds; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire. "He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment. "Behind him he makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.