41:1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook Or press down his tongue with a cord 41:2 Canst thou put a rope into his nose Or pierce his jaw through with a hook 41:3 Will he make many supplications unto thee Or will he speak soft words unto thee 41:4 Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever 41:5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens 41:6 Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him Will they part him among the merchants 41:7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears 41:8 Lay thy hand upon 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 that can stand before me 41:11 Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven 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 Round about his teeth is terror. 41:15 [His] strong scales are [his] pride, Shut up together [as 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 cannot be sundered. 41:18 His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth. 41:20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes. 41:21 His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth. 41:22 In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him. 41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; They cannot be moved. 41:24 His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone. 41:25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves. 41:26 If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. 41:27 He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood. 41:28 The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. 41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin. 41:30 His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire. 41:31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. 41:32 He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary. 41:33 Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear. 41:34 He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.