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. Will not 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 forth 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 In his neck there is strength. 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 lay at him with the sword, it can't avail; 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 to 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."