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41:1  ‘Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish-hook, or press down its tongue with a cord?
41:2  Can you put a rope in its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook?
41:3  Will it make many supplications to you? Will it speak soft words to you?
41:4  Will it make a covenant with you to be taken as your servant for ever?
41:5  Will you play with it as with a bird, or will you put it on a leash for your girls?
41:6  Will traders bargain over it? Will they divide it up among the merchants?
41:7  Can you fill its skin with harpoons, or its head with fishing-spears?
41:8  Lay hands on it; think of the battle; you will not do it again!
41:9  Any hope of capturing it will be disappointed; were not even the gods overwhelmed at the sight of it?
41:10  No one is so fierce as to dare to stir it up. Who can stand before it?
41:11  Who can confront it and be safe? —under the whole heaven, who?
41:12  ‘I will not keep silence concerning its limbs, or its mighty strength, or its splendid frame.
41:13  Who can strip off its outer garment? Who can penetrate its double coat of mail?
41:14  Who can open the doors of its face? There is terror all around its teeth.
41:15  Its back is made of shields in rows, shut up closely as with a seal.
41:16  One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
41:17  They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
41:18  Its sneezes flash forth light, and its eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.
41:19  From its mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap out.
41:20  Out of its nostrils comes smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
41:21  Its breath kindles coals, and a flame comes out of its mouth.
41:22  In its neck abides strength, and terror dances before it.
41:23  The folds of its flesh cling together; it is firmly cast and immovable.
41:24  Its heart is as hard as stone, as hard as the lower millstone.
41:25  When it raises itself up the gods are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.
41:26  Though the sword reaches it, it does not avail, nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
41:27  It counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
41:28  The arrow cannot make it flee; slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff.
41:29  Clubs are counted as chaff; it laughs at the rattle of javelins.
41:30  Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; it spreads itself like a threshing-sledge on the mire.
41:31  It makes the deep boil like a pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32  It leaves a shining wake behind it; one would think the deep to be white-haired.
41:33  On earth it has no equal, a creature without fear.
41:34  It surveys everything that is lofty; it is king over all that are proud.’