✧1“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?
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✧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.”