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41:1  “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or can you tie down its mouth with a cord?
41:2  Can you put a rope in its nose? Or can you pierce its jawbone with a hook?
41:3  Will it make numerous pleas for mercy to you? Or will it speak gentle words to you?
41:4  Will it make a covenant with you? Will you take it as a slave forever?
41:5  Will you play with it as with birds and put it on a leash for your girls?
41:6  Will guildsmen bargain over it? Will they divide it between tradesmen?
41:7  Can you fill its kin with harpoons or its head with fish spears?
41:8  Lay your hands on it; think about the battle—you will not do it again!
41:9  “Look, the hope of capturing it is false. Will one be hurled down even at its sight?
41:10  Is it not fierce when somebody stirs it? Who then is he who would stand before it?
41:11  Who has come to confront me, that I should repay him? Under all the heavens, it belongs to me.
41:12  “I will not keep quiet concerning its limbs or concerning the extent of its might and the gracefulness of its frame.
41:13  Who can strip off its outer covering? Who can penetrate its double harness?
41:14  Who can open the doors of its face? Its teeth all around are fearsome.
41:15  Its back has scales of shields; it is shut up closely as with a seal.
41:16  They are close to one another— even the air cannot come between them.
41:17  They are joined one to another; they cling together and cannot be separated.
41:18  “Its snorting flashes forth light, and its eyes are red like dawn.
41:19  Torches go from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.
41:20  Smoke comes from its nostrils as from a kettle boiling and burning bulrushes.
41:21  Its breath kindles charcoal, and a flame comes from its mouth.
41:22  “Strength abides in its neck, and dismay dances before it.
41:23  Its flesh’s folds of skin cling together; it is cast on it—it will not be moved.
41:24  Its heart is cast as stone; yes, it is cast as the lower millstone.
41:25  When it raises itself, the mighty ones are terrified; they retreat because of its thrashing.
41:26  Reaching it with the sword does not avail, nor with the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
41:27  It regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
41:28  An arrow will not make it flee; sling stones are turned to stubble for it.
41:29  Clubs are regarded as stubble, and it laughs at the short sword’s rattle.
41:30  “Its underparts are shards of a potsherd; it moves over mud like a threshing sledge.
41:31  It makes the deep boil like a cooking pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32  Behind it, it leaves a glistening wake; one would think that the deep has gray hair.
41:33  “On the ground it has no equal— a creature without fear.
41:34  It observes all the lofty; it is king over all that are proud.”