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¹ Canst thou draw out the Crocodile with a fish-hook? Or, with a cord, canst thou fasten down his tongue?² Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw?³ Will he multiply unto thee supplications, or will he speak unto thee softly?⁴ Will he solemnise a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a life-long servant?⁵ Wilt thou sport with him, as with a little bird? Or wilt thou bind him, for thy maidens?⁶ Shall the companions bargain over him? or will they part him among the traders?⁷ Wilt thou fill, with darts, his skin? or, with fish-spears, his head?⁸ Lay thou upon him thy hand, remember the battle - no more!⁹ Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed?¹⁰ None so bold, that he will rouse him! Who then is he that, before me, can stand?

¹¹ Who hath forestalled me, that I may repay him? Under all the heavens, mine it is!¹² I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour.¹³ Who hath removed his outer garment, through his double row of teeth, who would enter?¹⁴ The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror!¹⁵ A pride, are his arched sides, closed up, with a firm seal;¹⁶ One to another, they join, and, air, cannot enter between them;¹⁷ Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted;¹⁸ His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn;¹⁹ Out of his mouth, torches dart forth, sparks of fire, escape;²⁰ Out of his nostrils, proceedeth smoke, like a blown pot and rushes;²¹ His breath, setteth coals ablaze, and, a flame, out of his mouth, proceedeth;²² In his neck, lodgeth strength, and, before him, danceth dismay;²³ The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved;²⁴ His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone;²⁵ At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves:²⁶ As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail:²⁷ He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood:²⁸ The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him:²⁹ As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin;³⁰ His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime:³¹ He causeth to boil, as a cauldron, the raging deep, the sea, he maketh like a brewing vessel:³² After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary!³³ There is not - upon the dust - his like, that hath been made to be without fear;³⁴ Every thing lofty, he beholdeth, he, is king over all ravenous beasts.