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41:1  “Can you pull the crocodile out with a fish-hook? Can you tie his tongue down with a rope?
41:2  Can you put a rope in his nose, or put a hook through his jaw?
41:3  Will he beg you to be good to him? Will he speak soft words to you?
41:4  Will he make an agreement with you to take him and make him your servant forever?
41:5  Will you play with him as if he were a bird? Or will you put him on a rope for your young women?
41:6  Will traders talk about buying and selling him? Will they divide him among the store-keepers?
41:7  Can you fill his skin or his head with fish spears?
41:8  Lay your hand on him, and remember the battle. You will not do it again!
41:9  See, the hope of man is false. One is laid low even when seeing him.
41:10  No one is so powerful that he would wake him. Who then can stand before Me?
41:11  Who has given Me everything, that I should pay him back? Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
41:12  “I will not keep quiet about his legs, or his powerful strength, or the good way he is made.
41:13  Who can take off his outside clothing? Who can get through his hard skin?
41:14  Who can open the doors of his mouth? Around his teeth is much fear.
41:15  His hard covering is his pride. He is shut up as with a lock.
41:16  One piece of his hard skin is so close to another that no air can come between them.
41:17  They are joined one to another. They hold on to each other and cannot be separated.
41:18  His breath gives out light. And his eyes are like those of the first light of day.
41:19  Burning light goes out of his mouth. Fire comes out.
41:20  Smoke goes out of his nostrils, as from a boiling pot and burning grass.
41:21  His breath sets fire to coals. A fire goes out of his mouth.
41:22  Strength is in his neck, and fear jumps in front of him.
41:23  The folds of his flesh are joined together. They are set in place and cannot be moved.
41:24  His heart is as hard as a stone, even as hard as a grinding-stone.
41:25  When he raises himself up, the powerful are afraid. They are troubled because of his noise.
41:26  The sword that hits him cannot cut. And spears are of no use.
41:27  He thinks of iron as straw, and brass as soft wood.
41:28  The arrow cannot make him run away. Stones thrown at him are like dry grass to him.
41:29  He thinks of heavy sticks as dry grass. He laughs at the noise of the spear.
41:30  The parts under him are like sharp pieces of a pot. He spreads out like a grain crusher on the mud.
41:31  He makes the sea boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a jar of oil.
41:32  He makes his way shine behind him. One would think that the sea has white hair.
41:33  Nothing on earth is like him, one made without fear.
41:34  He looks on everything that is high. He is king over all that are proud.”