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."