1 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook?
Or press down his tongue with a cord?
Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
Or will he speak to you soft words?
Will you take him for a servant forever?
Or will you bind him for your maidens?
Will they divide him among the merchants?
Or his head with fishing spears?
Remember the battle; you will not do it again!
Will you be laid low even at the sight of him?
Who then is he that can stand before Me?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
Or his mighty strength, or his orderly frame.
Who can come within his double mail?
Around his teeth there is terror.
Shut up as with a tight seal.
That no air can come between them.
They clasp each other and cannot be separated.
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Sparks of fire leap forth.
As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
And dismay leaps before him.
Firm on him and immovable.
Even as hard as a lower millstone.
Because of the crashing they are bewildered.
Nor the spear, the dart or the javelin.
Bronze as rotten wood.
Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.
He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
One made without fear.
He is king over all the sons of pride.”