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 keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak gently to you? 4Will it make a covenant with you for you to take it as your slave for life? 5Will you play with it as with a pet 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? 8Just lay a hand on it, and you will remember the fight and never do it again.

9Any hope of overpowering it is false; the mere sight of it lays a person low. 10No one is fierce enough to stir it up; who then can stand up to me? 11Who has first given to me, that I should pay them back? Everything under the whole heaven is mine. 12I will not keep silent about its limbs, its mighty strength and its fine build. 13Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can come at it with a double bridle? 14Who can pry open the doors of its face? Its teeth all around are a terror. 15Its pride is its rows of shields, shut together as with a tight seal. 16Each one is so close to the next that no air can pass between them. 17They are joined one to another; they cling together and cannot be pulled apart. 18Its snorting makes light flash out, and its eyes are like the first rays of dawn. 19Flaming torches pour from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. 20Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a pot fanned to a boil over burning reeds. 21Its breath sets coals on fire, and flames dart from its mouth. 22Strength makes its home in its neck, and terror dances before it. 23The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are set firm on it and do not move. 24Its heart is as hard as rock, as hard as a lower millstone. 25When it raises itself up, the mighty are afraid; at its crashing they are thrown into confusion. 26A sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does a spear, a dart, or a javelin. 27It treats iron like straw and bronze like rotten wood. 28Arrows do not make it run away; sling stones are like chaff to it. 29A club seems like chaff to it, and it laughs at the rattle of a javelin. 30Its underside is like jagged pieces of pottery; it leaves a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. 31It makes the depths churn like a boiling pot; it stirs up the sea like a pot of perfumed oil. 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 lofty; it is king over all the proud beasts.