1 Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook,restrain his tongue with a rope?
2 Can you put a cord through his nose,pierce his jaw with a barb?
3 Will he beg you at lengthor speak gentle words to you?
4 Will he make a pact with youso that you will take him as a permanent slave?
5 Can you play with him like a bird,put a leash on him for your girls?
6 Will merchants sell him;will they divide him among traders?
7 Can you fill his hide with darts,his head with a fishing spear?
8 Should you lay your hand on him,you would never remember the battle.
9 Such hopes would be delusional;surely the sight of him makes one stumble.
10 Nobody is fierce enough to rouse him;who then can stand before me?
11 Who opposes me that I must repay?Everything under heaven is mine.
12 I’m not awed by his limbs,his strength, and impressive form.
13 Who can remove his outer garment;who can come with a bridle for him?
14 Who can open the doors of his mouth,surrounded by frightening teeth?
15 His matching scales are his pride,closely locked and sealed.
16 One touches another;even air can’t come between them.
17 Each clings to its pair;joined, they can’t be separated.
18 His sneezes emit flashes of light;his eyes are like dawn’s rays.
19 Shafts of fire shoot from his mouth;like fiery sparks they fly out.
20 Smoke pours from his nostrilslike a boiling pot over reeds.
21 His breath lights coals;a flame shoots from his mouth.
22 Power resides in his neck;violence dances before him.
23 The folds of his flesh stick together;on him they are tough and unyielding.
24 His heart is solid like a rock,hard like a lower millstone.
25 The divine beings dread his rising;they withdraw before his thrashing.
26 The sword that touches him won’t prevail;neither will the dart, spear, nor javelin.
27 He treats iron as straw,bronze as rotten wood.
28 Arrows can’t make him flee;slingstones he turns to straw.
29 He treats a club like straw;he laughs at the lance’s rattle.
30 His abdomen is like jagged pottery shards;its sharp edges leave a trail in the mud.
31 He causes the depths to churn like a boiling pot,stirs up the sea like a pot of scented oils,
32 leaves a bright wake behind him;the frothy deep seems white-haired.
33 None on earth can compare to him;he is made to be without fear.
34 He looks on all the proud;he is king over all proud beasts.