¹² “I will not keep silence concerning its limbs,
Or its mighty strength or its graceful frame.
¹³ Who can ^[k]strip off its ^[l]outer armor?
Who can come with its doubled ^[m]bridle?
¹⁴ Who can open the doors of its face?
Around its teeth there is dreadful terror.
¹⁵ Its ^[n]strong scales are its pride,
Shut up as with a tight seal.
¹⁶ One is so near to another
That no air can come between them.
¹⁷ They cling one to another;
They are interlocked and cannot be separated.
¹⁸ Its sneezes flash forth light,
And its eyes are like the ^(F)eyelids of the morning.
¹⁹ Out of its mouth go burning torches;
Sparks of fire ^[o]leap forth.
²⁰ Out of its nostrils smoke goes forth
As from a boiling pot and burning reeds.
²¹ Its breath kindles coals,
And a flame goes forth from its mouth.
²² In its neck lodges strength,
And dismay leaps before it.
²³ The folds of its flesh cling together,
Hardened upon it and is not shaken.
²⁴ Its heart is as hard as a stone,
Even as hard as a lower millstone.
²⁵ When it raises itself up, the ^[p]mighty fear,
Because of the crashing they are ^[q]bewildered.
²⁶ The sword that reaches it cannot avail,
Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
²⁷ It regards iron as straw,
Bronze as rotten wood.
²⁸ The ^[r]arrow cannot make it flee;
Slingstones are turned into stubble for it.
²⁹ Clubs are regarded as stubble;
It laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
³⁰ Its underparts are like sharp potsherds;
It ^[s]spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
³¹ It makes the depths boil like a pot;
It makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
³² Behind it, it makes a wake to shine;
One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
^33 (G)There is nothing upon the ^[t]dust like it,
One made without terror.
^34 [u]It looks on everything that is high;
It is king over all the ^(H)sons of pride.”