1: "Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
2: Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3: Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
4: Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
5: Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
6: Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
7: Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
8: Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9: Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't 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 who can stand before me?
11: Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens 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? Around his teeth is terror.
15: Strong scales are his pride, shut up together 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 can't be pulled apart.
18: His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19: Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
20: Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21: His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
22: There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
23: The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
24: His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
25: When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
26: If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27: He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.
28: The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29: Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
30: His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31: He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32: He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
33: On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
34: He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."