¹ Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
² Canst thou put an hook into his nose?
Or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
³ Will he make many supplications unto thee?
Will he speak soft words unto thee?
⁴ Will he make a covenant with thee?
Wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
⁵ Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?
Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
⁶ Shall the companions make a banquet of him?
Shall they part him among the merchants?
⁷ Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
Or his head with fish spears?
⁸ Lay thine hand upon him,
Remember the battle, do no more.
⁹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain:
Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
¹⁰ None is so fierce that dare stir him up:
Who then is able to stand before me?
¹¹ Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him?
Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

¹² I will not conceal his parts,
Nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
¹³ Who can discover the face of his garment?
Or who can come to him with his double bridle?
¹⁴ Who can open the doors of his face?
His teeth are terrible round about.
¹⁵ His scales are his pride,
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, that they cannot be sundered.
¹⁸ By his neesings a light doth shine,
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
¹⁹ Out of his mouth go burning lamps,
And sparks of fire leap out.
²⁰ Out of his nostrils goeth smoke,
As out of a seething pot or caldron.
²¹ His breath kindleth coals,
And a flame goeth out of his mouth.
²² In his neck remaineth strength,
And sorrow is turned into joy before him.
²³ The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
They are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
²⁴ His heart is as firm as a stone;
Yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
²⁵ When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:
By reason of breakings they purify themselves.
²⁶ The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:
The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
²⁷ He esteemeth iron as straw,
And brass as rotten wood.
²⁸ The arrow cannot make him flee:
Slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
²⁹ Darts are counted as stubble:
He laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
³⁰ Sharp stones are under him:
He spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
³¹ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
³² He maketh a path to shine after him;
One would think the deep to be hoary.
³³ Upon earth there is not his like,
Who is made without fear.
³⁴ He beholdeth all high things:
He is a king over all the children of pride.