| 41:1 |
"Can you draw out Leviathan { Leviathan is a name for a crocodile or similar creature. } 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. Won't 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 out 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 |
There is strength in his neck. 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 attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; 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 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." |
