1: Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord? 2: Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook? 3: Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee? 4: Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever? 5: Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? 6: Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants? 7: Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears? 8: Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more. 9: Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him? 10: None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me? 11: Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine. 12: I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame. 13: Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws? 14: Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror. 15: [His] strong scales are [his] pride, Shut up together [as 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 cannot be sundered. 18: His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 19: Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth. 20: Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes. 21: His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth. 22: In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him. 23: The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved. 24: His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone. 25: When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves. 26: If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. 27: He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood. 28: The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. 29: Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin. 30: His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire. 31: He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. 32: He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary. 33: Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear. 34: He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.