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41:1  “Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, Or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?
41:2  Can you put a reed through his nose, Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
41:3  Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak softly to you?
41:4  Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?
41:5  Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you leash him for your maidens?
41:6  Will your companions make a banquet of him? Will they apportion him among the merchants?
41:7  Can you fill his skin with harpoons, Or his head with fishing spears?
41:8  Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle— Never do it again!
41:9  Indeed, any hope of overcoming him is false; Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him?
41:10  No one is so fierce that he would dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand against Me?
41:11  Who has preceded Me, that I should pay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
41:12  “I will not conceal his limbs, His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.
41:13  Who can remove his outer coat? Who can approach him with a double bridle?
41:14  Who can open the doors of his face, With his terrible teeth all around?
41:15  His rows of scales are his pride, Shut up tightly as with a seal;
41:16  One is so near another That no air can come between them;
41:17  They are joined one to another, They stick together and cannot be parted.
41:18  His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19  Out of his mouth go burning lights; Sparks of fire shoot out.
41:20  Smoke goes out of his nostrils, As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
41:21  His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes out of his mouth.
41:22  Strength dwells in his neck, And sorrow dances before him.
41:23  The folds of his flesh are joined together; They are firm on him and cannot be moved.
41:24  His heart is as hard as stone, Even as hard as the lower millstone.
41:25  When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
41:26  Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail; Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
41:27  He regards iron as straw, And bronze as rotten wood.
41:28  The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones become like stubble to him.
41:29  Darts are regarded as straw; He laughs at the threat of javelins.
41:30  His undersides are like sharp potsherds; He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
41:31  He makes the deep boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32  He leaves a shining wake behind him; One would think the deep had white hair.
41:33  On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.
41:34  He beholds every high thing; He is king over all the children of pride.”