1 “Can you draw out Leviathan[a] with a hook,
Or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?
Or pierce his jaw with a [b]hook?
Will he speak softly to you?
Will you take him as a servant forever?
Or will you leash him for your maidens?
Will they apportion him among the merchants?
Or his head with fishing spears?
Remember the battle —
Never do it again!
Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him?
Who then is able to stand against Me?
Everything under heaven is Mine.
His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.
Who can approach him with a double bridle?
With his terrible teeth all around?
Shut up tightly as with a seal;
That no air can come between them;
They stick together and cannot be parted.
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Sparks of fire shoot out.
As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
And a flame goes out of his mouth.
And [g]sorrow dances before him.
They are firm on him and cannot be moved.
Even as hard as the lower millstone.
Because of his crashings they [h]are beside themselves.
Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
And bronze as rotten wood.
Slingstones become like stubble to him.
He laughs at the threat of javelins.
He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
One would think the deep had white hair.
Which is made without fear.
He is king over all the children of pride.”