✧“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord? ✧2Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook? ✧3Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you? ✧4Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever? ✧5Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls? ✧6Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants? ✧7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears? ✧8Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more. ✧9Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him? ✧10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me? ✧11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine. ✧12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame. ✧13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws? ✧14Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror. ✧15Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal. ✧16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. ✧17They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart. ✧18His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. ✧19Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out. ✧20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds. ✧21His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth. ✧22There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him. ✧23The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved. ✧24His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone. ✧25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing. ✧26If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. ✧27He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. ✧28The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him. ✧29Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin. ✧30His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. ✧31He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment. ✧32He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair. ✧33On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear. ✧34He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”