"Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or {can you tie down its mouth with a cord}?

Who has come to confront me, that I should repay [him]? Under all the heavens, {it belongs to me}.

"Its snorting flashes forth light, and its eyes [are] {red like dawn}.

Can you put a rope in its nose? Or can you pierce its jawbone with a hook?

Its back [has] scales of shields; it is shut up closely [as with] a seal.

Its breath kindles charcoal, and a flame comes from its mouth.

It observes all [the] lofty; it [is] king {over all that are proud}."

Its heart is cast as stone; yes, it is cast as [the] lower millstone.

{When it raises itself}, [the] mighty ones are terrified; they retreat because of its thrashing.

Can you fill its kin with harpoons or its head with fish spears?

Reaching it [with the] sword does not avail, [nor] [with the] spear, [the] dart, or [the] javelin.

[Is] it not fierce when somebody stirs it? Who [then] [is] he [who] would stand {before it}?

Smoke comes from its nostrils as [from] a kettle boiling and [burning] bulrushes.

Its flesh's folds of skin cling together; it is cast on it--it will not be moved.

"I will not keep quiet [concerning] its limbs or concerning [the] extent of its might and [the] gracefulness of its frame.

Torches go from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.

Will guildsmen bargain over it? Will they divide it between tradesmen?

They are close {to one another}-- even [the] air cannot come between them.

"Look, {the hope of capturing it} is false. Will one be hurled down even at its sight?

Who can open [the] doors of its face? Its teeth all around [are] fearsome.

Will it make a covenant with you? Will you take it as a slave forever?

"Strength abides in its neck, and dismay dances {before it}.

They are joined {one to another}; they cling together and cannot be separated.

Will you play with it as [with] birds and put it on a leash for your girls?

Who can strip off {its outer covering}? Who can penetrate its double harness?

Will it make numerous pleas for mercy to you? Or will it speak gentle words to you?

Lay your hands on it; think about [the] battle--you will not do [it] again!

"{On the ground it has no equal}-- a creature without fear.

{An arrow} will not make it flee; sling stones are turned to stubble for it.

"Its underparts [are] shards of a potsherd; it moves over mud [like] a threshing sledge.

It makes [the] deep boil like a cooking pot; it makes [the] sea like a pot of ointment.

Clubs are regarded as stubble, and it laughs at [the] short sword's rattle.

Behind it, {it leaves a glistening wake}; one would think [that] the deep [has] gray hair.

It regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.