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+# Chapter 41
+1. Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook
+or tie his tongue down with a rope?
+
+2. Can you put a cord through his nose
+or pierce his jaw with a hook?
+
+3. Will he beg you for mercy
+or speak softly to you?
+
+4. Will he make a covenant with you
+so that you can take him as a slave forever?
+
+5. Can you play with him like a bird
+or put him on a leash for your girls?
+
+6. Will traders bargain for him
+or divide him among the merchants?
+
+7. Can you fill his hide with harpoons
+or his head with fishing spears?
+
+8. Lay a hand on him.
+
+You will remember the battle
+and never repeat it!
+
+9. Any hope of capturing him proves false.
+Does a person not collapse at the very sight of him?
+
+10. No one is ferocious enough to rouse Leviathan;
+who then can stand against me?
+
+11. Who confronted me, that I should repay him?
+Everything under heaven belongs to me.
+
+12. I cannot be silent about his limbs,
+his power, and his graceful proportions.
+
+13. Who can strip off his outer covering?
+Who can penetrate his double layer of armor?
+
+14. Who can open his jaws,
+surrounded by those terrifying teeth?
+
+15. His pride is in his rows of scales,
+closely sealed together.
+
+16. One scale is so close to another
+that no air can pass between them.
+
+17. They are joined to one another,
+so closely connected they cannot be separated.
+
+18. His snorting flashes with light,
+while his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
+
+19. Flaming torches shoot from his mouth;
+fiery sparks fly out!
+
+20. Smoke billows from his nostrils
+as from a boiling pot or burning reeds.
+
+21. His breath sets coals ablaze,
+and flames pour out of his mouth.
+
+22. Strength resides in his neck,
+and dismay dances before him.
+
+23. The folds of his flesh are joined together,
+solid as metal and immovable.
+
+24. His heart is as hard as a rock,
+as hard as a lower millstone!
+
+25. When Leviathan rises, the mighty are terrified;
+they withdraw because of his thrashing.
+
+26. The sword that reaches him will have no effect,
+nor will a spear, dart, or arrow.
+
+27. He regards iron as straw,
+and bronze as rotten wood.
+
+28. No arrow can make him flee;
+slingstones become like stubble to him.
+
+29. A club is regarded as stubble,
+and he laughs at the sound of a javelin.
+
+30. His undersides are jagged potsherds,
+spreading the mud like a threshing sledge.
+
+31. He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron;
+he makes the sea like an ointment jar.
+
+32. He leaves a shining wake behind him;
+one would think the deep had gray hair!
+
+33. He has no equal on earth--
+a creature devoid of fear!
+
+34. He surveys everything that is haughty;
+he is king over all the proud beasts.
+
+
+
+