Indeed, his hope is disappointed; even at the sight of him, he is cast down.

Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

No one is fierce enough to stir him up, and who then can stand against me?

Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

Who has given to me first, that I should repay them? Everything under the heavens belongs to me.

Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?

I will not keep silent about his limbs, his mighty strength, or his graceful form.

Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

Who can strip off his outer garment? Who can penetrate the double layer of his jaw?

Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is overwhelming terror.

Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

His pride resides in his tightly sealed rows of shields, firmly joined together like a seal.

Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?

One scale is so close to another that no air can pass between them.

Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

They are joined to one another; they stick together and cannot be separated.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

His sneezes flash forth light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.

None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

From his mouth go forth torches; sparks of fire leap out.

Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

Smoke comes out of his nostrils, like a boiling pot heated over burning rushes.

I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

His breath ignites coals, and a flame comes out of his mouth.

Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?

Strength resides in his neck, and terror dances in his presence.

Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

The folds of his flesh cling tightly together; they are solid and immovable.

His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

His heart is as hard as stone, even as hard as a lower millstone.

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

When he rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat in panic.

They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

The sword that strikes him does not avail, nor does the spear, dart, or javelin.

By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotting wood.

Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

An arrow cannot make him flee; sling stones are turned to stubble for him.

Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

Clubs are regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling of javelins.

His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

Underneath him are sharp potsherds; he spreads himself out over the mire like a threshing sledge.

In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

He makes the deep boil like a pot; he stirs up the sea like a boiling ointment.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

Behind him, he leaves a shining wake; the deep appears white as though with gray hair.

His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

Nothing on earth is his equal, a creature without fear.

When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

He looks down on all the lofty; he is king over all the proud.

The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.