41:1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2 Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

41:3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

41:4 Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

41:5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

41:6 Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

41:7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

41:8 Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

41:9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

41:10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

41:11 Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.

41:12 I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

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

41:15 [His] strong scales are [his] pride, Shut up together [as with] a close 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 stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

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

41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.

41:20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.

41:21 His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

41:22 In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.

41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

41:24 His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

41:25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

41:26 If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

41:27 He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood.

41:28 The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

41:30 His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire.

41:31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

41:32 He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.

41:33 Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.