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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 into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
41:3  Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
41:4  Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
41:5  Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
41:6  Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
41:7  Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
41:8  Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
41:9  Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't 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 who can stand before me?
41:11  Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens 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? Around his teeth is terror.
41:15  Strong scales are his pride, shut up together 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 can't be pulled apart.
41:18  His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19  Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20  Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
41:21  His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
41:22  There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
41:23  The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
41:24  His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
41:25  When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
41:26  If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
41:27  He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.
41:28  The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
41:29  Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
41:30  His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
41:31  He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32  He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
41:33  On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
41:34  He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."