Job 41

1 [“] Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, and press down his tongue with a rope?

2 Can you put a cord in his nose, and with a hook pierce his jaw?

3 Will he multiply to you supplications? Indeed, will he speak to you softly?

4 Will he cut a covenant with you, to take him as a slave forever?

5 Will you play with him like a bird, and leash him for your maidens?

6 Will traders barter for him? Will they divide him among the merchants?

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

8 Put your hands on him; may you remember the battle, [and] not add.

9 Behold, the hope of him is false. [One is] even cast down at the sight of him.

10 None [is] so fierce that he would rouse him; and who is he who will stand before my face?

11 Who has brought before Me that I should repay [him]? Under all the heavens it [is] unto Me.

12 I will not keep silent about his limbs, and the matter of his strength and the grace of his form.

13 Who can uncover the face of his clothing? Who can enter into the double of his bridle?

14 The doors of his face, who can open [them]? All around his teeth [are] terror.

15 [His] rows of shields are [his] pride, shut up tight with a seal.

16 One by one they draw near, and air cannot come between them.

17 They are joined a man to his brother; they clasp together and cannot be separated.

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

19 From his mouth torches go forth; sparks of fire leap out.

20 From his nostrils smoke comes forth, boiling like a pot and a reed.

21 His breath will kindle the coals, and a flame goes forth from his mouth.

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

23 The folds of his flesh are joined together, c on him, [and] it annot be shaken.

24 His heart is as firm as a stone, even as firm as a lower millstone.

25 From his rising up the mighty are afraid; before his thrashing they cleanse themselves from sin.

26 The sword reaching him shall not stand—[not] spear, dart, or lance.

27 He regards iron as straw, [and] bronze as rotten wood.

28 The son of the bow cannot make him flee; the stones of the sling are turned over before him like stubble.

29 A club is regarded as stubble, and he laughs at the rattle of a lance.

30 Beneath him are points of a shard; he spreads out like a threshing sledge upon the mud.

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

32 Behind him he makes a path shine; one would think the deep [were] white-haired.

33 There is nothing on earth like him, the one made devoid of fear.

34 He beholds every high [thing]; he [is] king over all the sons of pride.”