| 1 | Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down—his tongue? |
| 2 | Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? |
| 3 | Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? |
| 4 | Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? |
| 5 | Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? |
| 6 | (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!) |
| 7 | Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head? |
| 8 | Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle—do not add! |
| 9 | Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down? |
| 10 | None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself? |
| 11 | Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine. |
| 12 | I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. |
| 13 | Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? |
| 14 | The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible. |
| 15 | A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal. |
| 16 | One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them. |
| 17 | One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated. |
| 18 | His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn. |
| 19 | Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. |
| 20 | Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. |
| 21 | His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. |
| 22 | In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult. |
| 23 | The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm upon him— it is not moved. |
| 24 | His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. |
| 25 | From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. |
| 26 | The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear—dart— and lance. |
| 27 | He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. |
| 28 | The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. |
| 29 | As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. |
| 30 | Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire. |
| 31 | He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment. |
| 32 | After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. |
| 33 | There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. |
| 34 | Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride. |