Job41

¹Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with a cord ?

²Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook ?

³Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words?

⁴Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever ?

⁵Will you play with him as with a bird , or will you put him on a leash for your girls ?

⁶Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants ?

⁷Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears ?

⁸Lay your hands on him; remember the battle —you will not do it again !

⁹Behold , the hope of a man is false ; he is laid low even at the sight of him.

¹⁰No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up . Who then is he who can stand before me?

¹¹Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.

¹²I will not keep silence concerning his limbs , or his mighty strength , or his goodly frame .

¹³Who can strip off his outer garment ? Who would come near him with a bridle ?

¹⁴Who can open the doors of his face ? Around his teeth is terror .

¹⁵His back is made of rows of shields , shut up closely as with a seal .

¹⁶One is so near to another that no air can come between them.

¹⁷They are joined one to another ; they clasp each other and cannot be separated .

¹⁸His sneezings flash forth light , and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn .

¹⁹Out of his mouth go flaming torches ; sparks of fire leap forth .

²⁰Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke , as from a boiling pot and burning rushes .

²¹His breath kindles coals , and a flame comes forth from his mouth .

²²In his neck abides strength , and terror dances before him.

²³The folds of his flesh stick together , firmly cast on him and immovable .

²⁴His heart is hard as a stone , hard as the lower millstone .

²⁵When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid ; at the crashing they are beside themselves.

²⁶Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail , nor the spear , the dart , or the javelin .

²⁷He counts iron as straw , and bronze as rotten wood .

²⁸The arrow cannot make him flee ; for him sling stones are turned to stubble .

²⁹Clubs are counted as stubble ; he laughs at the rattle of javelins .

³⁰His underparts are like sharp potsherds ; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire .

³¹He makes the deep boil like a pot ; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment .

³²Behind him he leaves a shining wake ; one would think the deep to be white-haired .

³³On earth there is not his like , a creature without fear .

³⁴He sees everything that is high ; he is king over all the sons of pride .