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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 petitions 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 servant forever? ⁵ Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls? ⁶ Will traders barter for 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 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him? ¹⁰ None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

¹¹ Who 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. ¹³ Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws? ¹⁴ Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror. ¹⁵ Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together 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 pulled apart. ¹⁸ His sneezing flashes forth light, His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. ¹⁹ Out of his mouth go burning torches, Sparks of fire leap forth. ²⁰ Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds. ²¹ His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth. ²² In his neck there is strength. 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 lower millstone. ²⁵ When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing. ²⁶ If one lay 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 brass as rotten wood. ²⁸ The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him. ²⁹ Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin. ³⁰ His undersides are like sharp potsherds, Leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. 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 had white hair. ³³ On earth there is not his equal, That is made without fear. ³⁴ He sees everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride."