Job 41

1Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook or tie down its tongue with a rope?

2Can you put a cord through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook?

3Will it plead with you again and again? Will it speak to you gently?

4Will it make a covenant with you, for you to take it as your servant forever?

5Will you play with it as with a bird, or put it on a leash for your young girls?

6Will traders bargain over it? Will they divide it up among the merchants?

7Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?

8Lay your hand on it—remember the battle, and you will not do it again!

9Look, the hope of capturing it is false; is not anyone laid low at the very sight of it?

10No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then is able to stand before me?

11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the whole heavens is mine.

12I will not keep silent about its limbs, its mighty strength, and the grace of its form.

13Who can strip off its outer garment? Who can come within its double bridle?

14Who can open the doors of its face? Its teeth all around are terrifying.

15Its pride is its rows of shields, shut up tight as with a seal,

16each one so close to the next that no air can come between them.

17They are joined to one another; they cling together and cannot be separated.

18Its sneezing flashes out light; its eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

19Flaming torches pour from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.

20Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.

21Its breath sets coals ablaze, and a flame comes out of its mouth.

22Strength lodges in its neck, and terror dances before it.

23The folds of its flesh are joined firmly together; they are set hard on it and cannot be moved.

24Its heart is as hard as stone, as hard as a lower millstone.

25When it rises up, the mighty are afraid; they are beside themselves at its thrashing.

26A sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does a spear, a dart, or a javelin.

27It regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.

28An arrow does not make it flee; sling stones turn to chaff for it.

29Clubs are regarded as chaff; it laughs at the rattling of the javelin.

30Its underside is like jagged potsherds; it spreads a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

31It makes the depths boil like a pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32It leaves a shining wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair.

33Nothing on earth is its equal, a creature made without fear.

34It looks down on everything that is haughty; it is king over all the proud beasts.”