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.
