1"Can you pull out leviathan with a hook? Can you tie down his tongue with a cord?"
2Can you put a hook into his nose? Can you bore through his jaw with a thorn?
3Will he beg you again and again? Will he speak soft words to you?
4Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as your servant for ever?
5Will you play with him as with a bird? Will you tie him up for your young women?
6Will your partners make a banquet of him? Will they divide him among the merchants?
7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons? Can you fill his head with fish spears?
8Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle. Do it no more.
9Look, any hope of taking him is empty. The very sight of him throws a man down.
10No one is fierce enough to dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand before me?
11Who has given to me first, so that I should pay him back? Everything under the whole heaven is mine.
12I will not keep silent about his limbs, or his power, or his fine shape.
13Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can come at him with a double bridle?
14Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth all round are terrible.
15His scales are his pride, closed together as with a tight seal.
16One is so near to another that no air can pass between them.
17They are joined one to another. They stick together and cannot be pulled apart.
18When he sneezes, light flashes out. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
20Smoke comes out of his nostrils, as out of a boiling pot or cauldron.
21His breath sets coals alight, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22Strength lives in his neck, and sorrow turns to joy before him.
23The folds of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him, and cannot be moved.
24His heart is as firm as a stone, as hard as the lower millstone.
25When he rises up, the mighty are afraid. The crashing makes them lose themselves.
26The sword of the man who strikes him cannot hold, nor the spear, nor the dart, nor the coat of mail.
27He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28The arrow cannot make him run away. Sling stones become like stubble to him.
29Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the shaking of a spear.
30Sharp stones are under him. He spreads sharp points upon the mud.
31He makes the deep boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32He leaves a shining path behind him. You would think the deep had white hair.
33On earth there is nothing like him, a creature made without fear.
34"He looks down on all high things. He is a king over all the children of pride."