41:1  "Can you draw out Levi'athan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2  Can you put a rope in his nose, or pierce his jaw with a hook?

41:3  Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak to you soft words?

41:4  Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant for ever?

41:5  Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on leash for your maidens?

41:6  Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?

41:7  Can you fill his skin with harpoons, or his head with fishing spears?

41:8  Lay hands on him; think of the battle; you will not do it again!

41:9  Behold, the hope of a man is disappointed; he is laid low even at the sight of him.

41:10  No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he that can stand before me?

41:11  Who has given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.

41:12  "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.

41:13  Who can strip off his outer garment? Who can penetrate his double coat of mail?

41:14  Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

41:15  His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.

41:16  One is so near to another that no air can come between them.

41:17  They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.

41:18  His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

41:19  Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth.

41:20  Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

41:21  His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth.

41:22  In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.

41:23  The folds of his flesh cleave together, firmly cast upon him and immovable.

41:24  His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the nether millstone.

41:25  When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.

41:26  Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail; nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

41:27  He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.

41:28  The arrow cannot make him flee; for him slingstones are turned to stubble.

41:29  Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins.

41:30  His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

41:31  He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

41:32  Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be hoary.

41:33  Upon earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.

41:34  He beholds everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride."