41:1 Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?
41:2 Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?
41:3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?
41:4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?
41:5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
41:6 Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?
41:7 Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?
41:8 Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, -- do no more!
41:9 Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?
41:10 None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?
41:11 Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.
41:12 I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.
41:13 Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?
41:14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
41:15 The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal.
41:16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them;
41:17 They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.
41:18 His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19 Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:
41:20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.
41:21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
41:22 In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.
41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
41:24 His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].
41:25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
41:26 If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
41:27 He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
41:28 The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
41:30 His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
41:31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment;
41:32 He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.
41:33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
41:34 He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.