41 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook^[a]
    or snare his tongue with a line which you let down?
² Can you put a cord into his nose,
    or pierce his jaw with a hook?
³ Will he make many supplications to you?
    Will he speak soft words to you?
⁴ Will he make a covenant with you?
    Will you take him for a servant forever?
⁵ Will you play with him as with a bird?
    Or will you put him on a leash for your maidens?
⁶ Will your companions make a banquet of him?
    Will they divide him among the merchants?
⁷ Can you fill his skin with harpoons
    or his head with fishing spears?
⁸ Lay your hand on him;
    remember the battle—you will do it no more.
⁹ Notice, any hope of overcoming him is in vain;
    shall not one be overwhelmed at the sight of him?
¹⁰ No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up.
    Who then is able to stand before Me?
¹¹ Who has preceded Me that I should repay him?
    Everything under heaven is Mine.

¹² “I will not conceal his limbs,
    nor his power, nor his graceful proportions.
¹³ Who can remove his outer garment?
    Or who can approach him with a double bridle?
¹⁴ Who can open the jaws of his face?
    His teeth are terrible all around.
¹⁵ His scales are his pride,
    shut up tightly as with a seal.
¹⁶ One is so near to another
    that no air can come between them.
¹⁷ They are joined to each other;
    they stick together that they cannot be separated.
¹⁸ His sneezing flashes forth light,
    and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
¹⁹ Out of his mouth go burning lights,
    and sparks of fire leap out.
²⁰ Out of his nostrils goes smoke
    as out of a seething pot or cauldron.
²¹ His breath kindles coals,
    and a flame goes out of his mouth.
²² In his neck remains strength,
    and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
²³ The folds of his flesh are joined together;
    they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
²⁴ His heart is as firm as a stone,
    yes, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
²⁵ When he raises up himself even the gods are afraid;
    because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
²⁶ The sword that reaches him cannot avail,
    nor does the spear, the arrow, or the javelin.
²⁷ He counts iron as straw,
    and brass as rotten wood.
²⁸ The arrow cannot make him flee;
    slingstones are turned into stubble by him.
²⁹ Arrows are counted as straw;
    he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
³⁰ Sharp stones are his underside;
    he leaves a mark in the mire like a sharp threshing sledge.
³¹ He makes the deep to boil like a pot;
    he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
³² He leaves a shining wake behind him;
    one would think the deep had white hair.
³³ On earth there is nothing like him,
    a creature made without fear.
³⁴ He beholds all high things;
    he is a king over all the children of pride.”