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41:1  Can you pull out Leviathan with a fishhook?Can you tie down his tongue with a rope?
41:2  Can you put a reed in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
41:3  Will he keep asking for your favor or speak tender words to you?
41:4  Will he sign a contract with you so that you keep him as your servant forever?
41:5  Can you play with him like a bird? Can you put him on a leash for your girls?
41:6  Do the merchants barter for Leviathan’s meat? Do they divide it up with the other tradesmen?
41:7  Can you fill his hide with harpoons and his head with fishing spears?
41:8  If you lay your hand on him, you will never forget the battle and won’t do it again.
41:9  Listen! Any hope you have of overcoming him is unfounded. Wouldn’t you be knocked down by the mere sight of him?
41:10  No one is fierce enough to risk stirring him up. Who then can stand before me?
41:11  Who can confront me and demand that I repay him? Everything under the whole sky belongs to me.
41:12  I will tell about the parts of his body. I will describe his power and his beautiful design.
41:13  Who can strip off his outer covering? Who can touch his double layer of armor?
41:14  Who dares to open the doors to his mouth, which is surrounded with terrifying teeth?
41:15  His back is like rows of shields, which are tightly joined together.
41:16  They are so close together not even a breath of air can pass between them.
41:17  They are fastened to each other, so they stick together and cannot be separated.
41:18  His snorts are flashes of light. His eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.
41:19  Blazing torches come out of his mouth. Sparks of fire shoot out.
41:20  Smoke pours out from his nostrils like a pot boiling over a reed fire.
41:21  His breath sets coals on fire, and flames come out of his mouth.
41:22  Strength dwells in his neck. Despair dances ahead of him.
41:23  The folds of his flesh are compact, solid and immovable.
41:24  His heart is as hard as rock, as hard as a lower millstone.
41:25  When he rises up, the mighty are afraid. When he thrashes around, they retreat.
41:26  If someone strikes him with a sword, it has no effect. Neither do spears, arrows, or javelins.
41:27  To him iron is like straw; bronze is like rotten wood.
41:28  Arrows do not make him flee. To him sling stones are like chaff;
41:29  clubs are like stubble. He laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
41:30  His underbelly is like sharp pieces of broken pottery. It leaves marks in the mud like a threshing sledge.
41:31  He makes the depths boil like a cooking pot. He makes the sea like a cauldron of ointment.
41:32  He leaves a shiny wake behind him. The deep looks like a white-haired man.
41:33  There is nothing at all like him on earth, a creature without fear.
41:34  He looks down on everything that is lofty. He is king over every proud creature!