1Can you pull out Leviathan with a fishing hook, or push down its tongue with a rope?
2Can you put a rope through its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook?
3Will it beg you for mercy, or speak gentle words to you?
4Will it make a deal with you, so you can make it your slave forever?
5Will you play with it like a pet bird? Or will you tie it up for your daughters?
6Will merchants trade for it? Will they divide it up among stores?
7Can you fill its skin with fishing darts, or its head with fish spears?
8Try to lay a hand on it. You will remember the fight and never do it again.
9Look, any hope of catching it is useless. Won't someone be overwhelmed just by seeing it?
10No one is brave enough to provoke it. So, who then can stand against me?
11Who has given me anything first, that I should repay them? Everything under the sky belongs to me.
12I will speak about its limbs, its mighty strength, and its beautiful form.
13Who can take off its outer covering? Who can get inside its jaws?
14Who can open the doors of its face? There is terror all around its teeth.
15Its proud scales are strong, shut tight together with a close seal.
16They are so close that no air can get between them.
17They are joined to one another. They stick together so they cannot be pulled apart.
18Its sneezing flashes out light. Its eyes are like the first rays of dawn.
19Burning torches come out of its mouth. Sparks of fire leap out.
20Smoke comes out of its nostrils, like from a boiling pot over a fire fueled by reeds.
21Its breath sets coals on fire. A flame comes out of its mouth.
22There is strength in its neck. Terror dances before it.
23The layers of its flesh are joined together. They are firm on it and cannot be moved.
24Its heart is as hard as a stone, yes, as hard as the lower millstone.
25When it raises itself up, the powerful are afraid. They retreat from its thrashing.
26If someone attacks it with a sword, it won't work; neither will a spear, a dart, or a pointed arrow.
27It treats iron as if it were straw and bronze as if it were rotten wood.
28Arrows cannot make it run away. Sling stones are like dry grass to it.
29Clubs are like stubble. It laughs when a javelin whizzes by.
30Its underside is like sharp broken pottery, leaving tracks in the mud like a threshing sled.
31It makes the deep water boil like a pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32It leaves a shining path behind it. One would think the deep had white hair.
33There is nothing on earth like it, a creature made without fear.
34It looks down on everything that is proud. It is king over all proud creatures.”