# Chapter 41
1. "Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook,
Or _snare_ his tongue with a line _which_ you lower?

2. Can you put a reed through his nose,
Or pierce his jaw with a hook?

3. Will he make many supplications to you?
Will he speak softly to you?

4. Will he make a covenant with you?
Will you take him as a servant forever?

5. Will you play with him as _with_ a bird,
Or will you leash him for your maidens?

6. Will _your_ companions make a banquet of him?
Will they apportion him among the merchants?

7. Can you fill his skin with harpoons,
Or his head with fishing spears?

8. Lay your hand on him;
Remember the battle--
Never do it again!

9. Indeed, _any_ hope of _overcoming_ him is false;
Shall _one not_ be overwhelmed at the sight of him?

10. No one _is so_ fierce that he would dare stir him up.
Who then is able to stand against Me?

11. Who has preceded Me, that I should pay _him?_
Everything under heaven is Mine.

12. "I will not conceal his limbs,
His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.

13. Who can remove his outer coat?
Who can approach _him_ with a double bridle?

14. Who can open the doors of his face,
_With_ his terrible teeth all around?

15. _His_ rows of scales are _his_ pride,
Shut up tightly _as with_ a seal;

16. One is so near another
That no air can come between them;

17. They are joined one to another,
They stick together and cannot be parted.

18. His sneezings flash forth light,
And his eyes _are_ like the eyelids of the morning.

19. Out of his mouth go burning lights;
Sparks of fire shoot out.

20. Smoke goes out of his nostrils,
As _from_ a boiling pot and burning rushes.

21. His breath kindles coals,
And a flame goes out of his mouth.

22. Strength dwells in his neck,
And sorrow dances before him.

23. The folds of his flesh are joined together;
They are firm on him and cannot be moved.

24. His heart is as hard as stone,
Even as hard as the lower _millstone._

25. When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid;
Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.

26. _Though_ the sword reaches him, it cannot avail;
Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.

27. He regards iron as straw,
_And_ bronze as rotten wood.

28. The arrow cannot make him flee;
Slingstones become like stubble to him.

29. Darts are regarded as straw;
He laughs at the threat of javelins.

30. His undersides _are_ like sharp potsherds;
He spreads pointed _marks_ in the mire.

31. He makes the deep boil like a pot;
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32. He leaves a shining wake behind him;
_One_ would think the deep had white hair.

33. On earth there is nothing like him,
Which is made without fear.

34. He beholds every high _thing;_
He _is_ king over all the children of pride."