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¹ Can you draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?² Can you put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?³ Will he make many supplications to you? Or will he speak soft words to you?⁴ Will he make a covenant with you, That you should take him for a slave forever?⁵ Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your maidens?⁶ Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?⁷ Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?⁸ Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.⁹ Look, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be overcome even at the sight of him?¹⁰ None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

¹¹ Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? [Whatever is] under the whole heaven is mine.¹² I will not keep silent concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.¹³ Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come inside his jaws?¹⁴ Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.¹⁵ [His] strong scales are [his] back, Shut up together [as with] a close 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 can't be sundered.¹⁸ His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.¹⁹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.²⁰ Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.²¹ His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.²² In his neck abides strength, And terror dances before him.²³ The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm on him; they can't be moved.²⁴ His heart is as firm as a stone; Yes, firm as the nether millstone.²⁵ When he raises himself up, the gods are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.²⁶ If one lays at him with the sword, it can't avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.²⁷ He counts iron as straw, [And] bronze as rotten wood.²⁸ The arrow can't make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.²⁹ Clubs are counted as stubble: He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.³⁰ His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreads [as it were] a threshing-wain on the mire.³¹ He makes the deep to boil like a pot: He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.³² He makes a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.³³ On earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.³⁴ He beholds everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.