[001] Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
[002] Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
[003] Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
[004] Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
[005] Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
[006] Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
[007] Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
[008] Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
[009] Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
[010] None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
[011] Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
[012] I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
[013] Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
[014] Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
[015] His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
[016] One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
[017] They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
[018] By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
[019] Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
[020] Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
[021] His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
[022] In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
[023] The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
[024] His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
[025] When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
[026] The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
[027] He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
[028] The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
[029] Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
[030] Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
[031] He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
[032] He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
[033] Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
[034] He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.