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41:1  Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, restrain his tongue with a rope?
41:2  Can you put a cord through his nose, pierce his jaw with a barb?
41:3  Will he beg you at length or speak gentle words to you?
41:4  Will he make a pact with you so that you will take him as a permanent slave?
41:5  Can you play with him like a bird, put a leash on him for your girls?
41:6  Will merchants sell him; will they divide him among traders?
41:7  Can you fill his hide with darts, his head with a fishing spear?
41:8  Should you lay your hand on him, you would never remember the battle.
41:9  Such hopes would be delusional; surely the sight of him makes one stumble.
41:10  Nobody is fierce enough to rouse him; who then can stand before me?
41:11  Who opposes me that I must repay? Everything under heaven is mine.
41:12  I’m not awed by his limbs, his strength, and impressive form.
41:13  Who can remove his outer garment; who can come with a bridle for him?
41:14  Who can open the doors of his mouth, surrounded by frightening teeth?
41:15  His matching scales are his pride, closely locked and sealed.
41:16  One touches another; even air can’t come between them.
41:17  Each clings to its pair; joined, they can’t be separated.
41:18  His sneezes emit flashes of light; his eyes are like dawn’s rays.
41:19  Shafts of fire shoot from his mouth; like fiery sparks they fly out.
41:20  Smoke pours from his nostrils like a boiling pot over reeds.
41:21  His breath lights coals; a flame shoots from his mouth.
41:22  Power resides in his neck; violence dances before him.
41:23  The folds of his flesh stick together; on him they are tough and unyielding.
41:24  His heart is solid like a rock, hard like a lower millstone.
41:25  The divine beings dread his rising; they withdraw before his thrashing.
41:26  The sword that touches him won’t prevail; neither will the dart, spear, nor javelin.
41:27  He treats iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
41:28  Arrows can’t make him flee; slingstones he turns to straw.
41:29  He treats a club like straw; he laughs at the lance’s rattle.
41:30  His abdomen is like jagged pottery shards; its sharp edges leave a trail in the mud.
41:31  He causes the depths to churn like a boiling pot, stirs up the sea like a pot of scented oils,
41:32  leaves a bright wake behind him; the frothy deep seems white-haired.
41:33  None on earth can compare to him; he is made to be without fear.
41:34  He looks on all the proud; he is king over all proud beasts.