1 \41:10\He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?

2 \41:11\Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!

3 \41:12\I will not keep quiet about the parts of his body, or about his power, and the strength of his frame.

4 \41:13\Who has ever taken off his outer skin? who may come inside his inner coat of iron?

5 \41:14\Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.

6 \41:15\His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.

7 \41:16\One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.

8 \41:17\They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.

9 \41:18\His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.

10 \41:19\Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.

11 \41:20\Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.

12 \41:21\His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.

13 \41:22\Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.

14 \41:23\The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.

15 \41:24\His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.

16 \41:25\When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.

17 \41:26\The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.

18 \41:27\Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.

19 \41:28\The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.

20 \41:29\A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.

21 \41:30\Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.

22 \41:31\The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.

23 \41:32\After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.

24 \41:33\On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.

25 \41:34\Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.

1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook?

Or press down his tongue with a cord?

2 Canst thou put a rope into his nose?

Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

3 Will he make many supplications unto thee?

Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

4 Will he make a covenant with thee,

That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?

Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

6 Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him?

Will they part him among the merchants?

7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons,

Or his head with fish-spears?

8 Lay thy hand upon him;

Remember the battle, and do so no more.

9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain:

Will not 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 that can stand before me?

11 Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him?

Whatsoever is under the whole heaven 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?

Round about his teeth is terror.

15 His strong scales are his pride,

Shut up together as 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 cannot be sundered.

18 His sneezings flash forth light,

And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19 Out of his mouth go burning torches,

And sparks of fire leap forth.

20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth,

As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.

21 His breath kindleth coals,

And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

22 In his neck abideth strength,

And terror danceth before him.

23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together:

They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

24 His heart is as firm as a stone;

Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid:

By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

26 If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail;

Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27 He counteth iron as straw,

And brass as rotten wood.

28 The arrow cannot make him flee:

Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

29 Clubs are counted as stubble:

He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds:

He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:

He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

32 He maketh a path to shine after him;

One would think the deep to be hoary.

33 Upon earth there is not his like,

That is made without fear.

34 He beholdeth everything that is high:

He is king over all the sons of pride.