1 "Can you pull Leviathan out [of the water] with a fishhook or tie its tongue down with a rope?

2 Can you put a ring through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook?

3 Will it plead with you for mercy or speak tenderly to you?

4 Will it make an agreement with you so that you can take it as your permanent slave?

5 Can you play with it like a bird or keep it on a leash for your girls?

6 Will traders bargain over it and divide it among the merchants?

7 Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?

8 Lay your hand on it. Think of the struggle! Don't do it again!

9 Certainly, any hope [of defeating it] is a false hope. Doesn't the sight of it overwhelm you?

10 No one is brave enough to provoke Leviathan. Then who can stand in front of me?

11 Who can confront me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven belongs to me!

12 "I will not be silent about Leviathan's limbs, its strength, or its graceful form.

13 Who can skin its hide? Who can approach it with a harness?

14 Who can open its closed mouth? Its teeth are surrounded by terror.

15 Its back has rows of scales that are tightly sealed.

16 One is so close to the other that there is no space between them.

17 Each is joined to the other. They are locked together and inseparable.

18 When Leviathan sneezes, it gives out a flash of light. Its eyes are like the first rays of the dawn.

19 Flames shoot from its mouth. Sparks of fire fly from it.

20 Smoke comes from its nostrils like a boiling pot heated over brushwood.

21 Its breath sets coals on fire, and a flame pours from its mouth.

22 Strength resides in its neck, and power dances in front of it.

23 The folds of its flesh stick to each other. They are solid and cannot be moved.

24 Its chest is solid like a rock, solid like a millstone.

25 "The mighty are afraid when Leviathan rises. Broken down, they draw back.

26 A sword may strike it but not pierce it. Neither will a spear, lance, or dart.

27 It considers iron to be like straw and bronze to be like rotten wood.

28 An arrow won't make it run away. Stones from a sling turn to dust against it.

29 It considers clubs to be like stubble, and it laughs at a rattling javelin.

30 Its underside is like sharp pieces of broken pottery. It stretches out like a threshing sledge on the mud.

31 It makes the deep sea boil like a pot. It stirs up the ocean like a boiling kettle.

32 It leaves a shining path behind it so that the sea appears to have silvery hair.

33 Nothing on land can compare to it. It was made fearless.

34 It looks down on all high things. It is king of everyone who is arrogant." I Admit That I Was Wrong