1Can you draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord? 2Can you put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook? 3Will he make many supplications to you? Or will he speak soft words to you? 4Will he make a covenant with you, That you should take him for a slave forever? 5Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your maidens? 6Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants? 7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears? 8Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle, and do so no more. 9Look, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be overcome even at the sight of him? 10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that 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 silent concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame. 13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come inside his jaws? 14Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror. 15[His] strong scales are [his] back, Shut up together [as with] a close seal. 16One is so near to another, That no air can come between them. 17They are stuck [as close as] a man to his brother; They join together, so that they can't be sundered. 18His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 19Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth. 20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes. 21His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from his mouth. 22In his neck resides strength, And terror dances before him. 23The flakes of his flesh are stuck: They are firm on him; they can't be moved. 24His heart is as firm as a stone; Yes, firm as the nether millstone. 25When he raises himself up, the gods are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves. 26If one lays at him with the sword, it can't avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. 27He counts iron as straw, [And] bronze as rotten wood. 28The arrow can't make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. 29Clubs are counted as stubble: He laughs at the rushing of the javelin. 30His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreads [as it were] a threshing-wain on the mire. 31He makes the deep to boil like a pot: He makes the sea like a pot of ointment. 32He makes a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be gray-headed. 33On earth there is not his like, That is made without fear. 34He beholds everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.