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41:1  “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with a cord?
41:2  Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
41:3  Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words?
41:4  Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever?
41:5  Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?
41:6  Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?
41:7  Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
41:8  Lay your hands on him; remember the battle—you will not do it again!
41:9  Behold, the hope of a man is false; he is laid low even at the sight of him.
41:10  No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
41:11  Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
41:12  “I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.
41:13  Who can strip off his outer garment? Who would come near him with a bridle?
41:14  Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
41:15  His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.
41:16  One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
41:17  They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
41:18  His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.
41:19  Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20  Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
41:21  His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth.
41:22  In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
41:23  The folds of his flesh stick together, firmly cast on him and immovable.
41:24  His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the lower millstone.
41:25  When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.
41:26  Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
41:27  He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
41:28  The arrow cannot make him flee; for him sling stones are turned to stubble.
41:29  Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins.
41:30  His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
41:31  He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32  Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired.
41:33  On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.
41:34  He sees everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride.”