¹Can you haul in Leviathan with a hook?

Or can you tie his tongue down with a cord?

²Can you place a cauldron over his snout?

Or can you bore through his jaw with a hook?

³Will he make many supplications to you?

Or will he speak to you softly?

⁴Will he make a covenant with you?

Or can you domesticate him?

⁵Can you play with him, as with a bird?

– Or cage him for your maidservants?

⁶Or will wholesalers buy him up

And divide him among retailers?

⁷Can you fill his skin with spears?

– Or his head with fishing harpoons?

⁸Put your hand on him.

Remember that it will be battle,

And you will not do it again.

⁹See how one's hope is proved false.

Is it not so, that even at the sight of him

One loses heart?

¹⁰No-one is so bold that he dares awaken him,

So who is it who can stand before me.

Everything under the whole of heaven is mine.

¹²I will not be silent about his limbs,

For his figure is a matter of might and gracefulness.

¹³Who has uncovered his outer clothing?

Who can approach his double row of teeth?

¹⁴Who can open the gates of his face?

The surroundings of his teeth are terrifying.

¹⁵The central ridges of his scales are his pride.

Each one is closed making a tight seal.

¹⁶One is so close to another

That no air can come between them.

¹⁷One cleaves to the one next to it;

They interlock and do not come apart.

¹⁸His sneezings cause light to flash,

And his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.

¹⁹From his mouth flames go out;

Sparks of fire are released.

²⁰Smoke is emitted from his nostrils,

Like a fanned brazier and a cauldron.

²¹His breath kindles coals,

And flame is emitted from his mouth.

²²His neck is a source of strength,

And faint-heartedness beats a hasty retreat at his advance.

²³Even the softer parts of his flesh cleave to him tightly

And are firm on him so as not to shake.

²⁴His heart is firm like stone

And is as hard as a lower millstone.

²⁵The mighty are afraid of him being roused;

They are at their wits' end because of his ravaging.

²⁶The sword of anyone who engages him will not hold out,

Nor spear, nor projectile, nor coat of mail.

²⁷He regards iron as straw,

And copper as rotten wood.

²⁸The arrow does not cause him to flee,

And stones of the sling are regarded as stubble by him.

²⁹He considers a club as stubble,

And he laughs at the rattling of lances.

³⁰He has sharp points under him;

He splays sharp appendages in the mire.

³¹He makes the deep boil like a pot;

He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

³²He causes a path to light up behind him,

So that one would think the deep had acquired silver hair.

³³There is not the like of him on the earth,

Who is made without fear.

³⁴He looks dauntlessly on every high thing;

He is king of all proud creatures.”

Reference(s) in Chapter 41: v.11 ↔ Romans 11:35.