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41:1  “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down its tongue with a cord?
41:2  Can you put a rope in its nose Or pierce its jaw with a hook?
41:3  Will it make many supplications to you, Or will he speak to you soft words?
41:4  Will it cut a covenant with you? Will you take it for a slave forever?
41:5  Will you play with it as with a bird, Or will you bind it for your young women?
41:6  Will the traders bargain over it? Will they divide it among the merchants?
41:7  Can you fill its skin with harpoons, Or its head with fishing spears?
41:8  Place your hand on it; Remember the battle; you will not do that again!
41:9  Behold, his expectation is a lie; Will he be laid low even at the sight of it?
41:10  No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse it; Who then is he that can stand before Me?
41:11  Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
41:12  “I will not keep silence concerning its limbs, Or its mighty strength or its graceful frame.
41:13  Who can strip off its outer armor? Who can come with its doubled bridle?
41:14  Who can open the doors of its face? Around its teeth there is dreadful terror.
41:15  Its strong scales are its pride, Shut up as with a tight seal.
41:16  One is so near to another That no air can come between them.
41:17  They cling one to another; They are interlocked and cannot be separated.
41:18  Its sneezes flash forth light, And its eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19  Out of its mouth go burning torches; Sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20  Out of its nostrils smoke goes forth As from a boiling pot and burning reeds.
41:21  Its breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from its mouth.
41:22  In its neck lodges strength, And dismay leaps before it.
41:23  The folds of its flesh cling together, Hardened upon it and is not shaken.
41:24  Its heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lower millstone.
41:25  When it raises itself up, the mighty fear, Because of the crashing they are bewildered.
41:26  The sword that reaches it cannot avail, Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
41:27  It regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood.
41:28  The arrow cannot make it flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for it.
41:29  Clubs are regarded as stubble; It laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
41:30  Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; It spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
41:31  It makes the depths boil like a pot; It makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
41:32  Behind it, it makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
41:33  There is nothing upon the dust like it, One made without terror.
41:34  It looks on everything that is high; It is king over all the sons of pride.”