Of God's great power in the leviathan.

41:1 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook,
or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2 Can you put a rope into his nose,
or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

41:3 Will he make many petitions to you,
or will he speak soft words to you?

41:4 Will he make a covenant with you,
that you should take him for a servant forever?

41:5 Will you play with him as with a bird?
Or will you bind him for your girls?

41:6 Will traders barter for him?
Will they part him among the merchants?

41:7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons,
or his head with fish spears?

41:8 Lay your hand on him.
Remember the battle, and do so no more.

41:9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain.
Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?

41:10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up.
Who then is he who can stand before me?

41:11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?
Everything under the heavens is mine.

41:12 “I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment?
Who shall come within his jaws?

41:14 Who can open the doors of his face?
Around his teeth is terror.

41:15 Strong scales are his pride,
shut up together with a close 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 stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.

41:18 His sneezing flashes out light.
His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches.
Sparks of fire leap forth.

41:20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes,
as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

41:21 His breath kindles coals.
A flame goes forth from his mouth.

41:22 There is strength in his neck.
Terror dances before him.

41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together.
They are firm on him.
They can’t be moved.

41:24 His heart is as firm as a stone,
yes, firm as the lower millstone.

41:25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.
They retreat before his thrashing.

41:26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail;
nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

41:27 He counts iron as straw;
and brass as rotten wood.

41:28 The arrow can’t make him flee.
Sling stones are like chaff to him.

41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble.
He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

41:30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds,
leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

41:31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot.
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

41:32 He makes a path shine after him.
One would think the deep had white hair.

41:33 On earth there is not his equal,
that is made without fear.

41:34 He sees everything that is high.
He is king over all the sons of pride.”