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 in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook 41:3 Will he make many pleas to you Will he speak to you soft words 41:4 Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever 41:5 Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls 41:6 Will traders bargain over him Will they divide him up among the merchants 41:7 Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears 41:8 Lay your hands on him; remember the battle--you will not do it again! 41:9 Behold, the hope of a man is false; he is laid low even at the sight of him. 41:10 No one is so fierce that he dares to 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 Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine. 41:12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame. 41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment Who would come near him with a bridle 41:14 Who can open the doors of his face Around his teeth is terror. 41:15 His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a 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 clasp each other and cannot be separated. 41:18 His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. 41:19 Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth. 41:20 Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes. 41:21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth. 41:22 In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him. 41:23 The folds of his flesh stick together, firmly cast on him and immovable. 41:24 His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the lower millstone. 41:25 When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves. 41:26 Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin. 41:27 He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. 41:28 The arrow cannot make him flee; for him sling stones are turned to stubble. 41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins. 41:30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire. 41:31 He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment. 41:32 Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired. 41:33 On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear. 41:34 He sees everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride."