[1] Can you draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which you let down?
[2] Can you put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
[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 for ever?
[5] Will you play with him as with a bird? or will you bind him for your maidens?
[6] Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
[7] Can you fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
[8] Lay your hand on him, remember the battle, do no more.
[9] Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
[10] None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
[11] Who has prevented me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
[12] I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
[13] Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
[14] Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
[15] His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
[16] One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
[17] They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
[18] By his neesings a light does shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
[19] Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
[20] Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
[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 flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
[24] His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
[25] When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
[26] The sword of him that lays at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
[27] He esteems iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
[28] The arrow cannot make him flee: sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
[29] Darts are counted as stubble: he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
[30] Sharp stones are under him: he spreads sharp pointed things on the mire.
[31] He makes the deep to boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
[32] He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
[33] On earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
[34] He beholds all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.