1: Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue? 2: Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? 3: Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? 4: Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? 5: Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? 6: (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: Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add! 9: Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down? 10: None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself? 11: Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine. 12: I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. 13: Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? 14: The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible. 15: 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: His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn. 19: Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. 20: Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. 21: His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. 22: 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: His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. 25: From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. 26: The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance. 27: He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. 28: The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. 29: As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. 30: 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: After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. 33: There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. 34: Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride.
