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41:1  Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue?
41:2  Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?
41:3  Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?
41:4  Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?
41:5  Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?
41:6  (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)
41:7  Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
41:8  Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!
41:9  Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
41:10  None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself?
41:11  Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine.
41:12  I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
41:13  Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
41:14  The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible.
41:15  A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
41:16  One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.
41:17  One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.
41:18  His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
41:19  Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
41:20  Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.
41:21  His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.
41:22  In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
41:23  The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
41:24  His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.
41:25  From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
41:26  The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.
41:27  He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.
41:28  The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
41:29  As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
41:30  Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
41:31  He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.
41:32  After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.
41:33  There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
41:34  Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride.