1 \41:10\He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?
2 \41:11\Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!
3 \41:12\I will not keep quiet about the parts of his body, or about his power, and the strength of his frame.
4 \41:13\Who has ever taken off his outer skin? who may come inside his inner coat of iron?
5 \41:14\Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.
6 \41:15\His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.
7 \41:16\One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.
8 \41:17\They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.
9 \41:18\His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.
10 \41:19\Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.
11 \41:20\Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.
12 \41:21\His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
13 \41:22\Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
14 \41:23\The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.
15 \41:24\His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.
16 \41:25\When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.
17 \41:26\The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
18 \41:27\Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
19 \41:28\The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
20 \41:29\A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
21 \41:30\Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
22 \41:31\The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
23 \41:32\After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
24 \41:33\On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.
25 \41:34\Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.
1 Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?
2 Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
6 Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?
7 Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?
8 Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, -do no more!
9 Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?
10 None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?
11 Who hath first given to me, that I should repay {him}? {Whatsoever is} under the whole heaven is mine.
12 I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.
13 Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
15 The rows of his shields are a 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 each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.
18 His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19 Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22 In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
24 His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether {millstone}.
25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
26 If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28 The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30 His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge 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 the 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 king over all the proud beasts.