Job 41

1. “Can you draw out the leviathan with a hook, or hold down his tongue with a cord?

2. Can you put a ring into his nose, or pierce his jaw with a gaff hook?

3. Will he multiply pleas for help 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 bind him for your maidens?

6. Shall traders bargain over him? Shall they divide him among the merchants?

7. Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fishing spears?

8. Lay your hand on him, think of the battle; you will never do it again.

9. Behold, your expectation is vain; will you be laid low even at the sight of him?

10. None is so fierce as to dare to stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?

11. Who has gone before Me that I should repay him? All that is in the heavens is Mine.

12. I will not keep silent concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or the grace of his frame.

13. Who can strip off his outer armor? Who can penetrate within his double jaws?

14. Who can open the doors to his face, with his terrible teeth all around?

15. The rows of scales are his pride, shut up with a closed 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 so that they cannot be separated.

18. His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

19. Out of his mouth go burning torches, sparks of fire leap out.

20. Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a boiling pot fired by reeds.

21. His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.

22. In his neck resides strength, and terror dances before him.

23. The folds of his flesh are joined together, cast firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

24. His heart is cast hard as a stone, even cast hard as the lower millstone.

25. The mighty are afraid when he raises himself up; they are beside themselves because of his crashing.

26. If the sword is thrust at him, it will not hold firm, nor the spear, the dart, and the javelin.

27. He esteems iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.

28. An arrow cannot make him flee; sling-stones are turned by him into stubble.

29. Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.

30. Sharpest potsherds line his belly; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge.

31. He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a seething mixture.

32. Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep abyss to be gray-headed.

33. On earth there is nothing like him, who is made to be fearless.

34. He beholds every thing that is high; he is a king over all the children of pride.”