Job

¹ “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down its tongue with a cord?

² Or pierce its jaw with a hook?

³ Or will he speak to you soft words?

⁴ Will you take it for a slave forever?

⁵ Or will you bind it for your young women?

⁶ Will they divide it among the merchants?

⁷ Or its head with fishing spears?

⁸ Remember the battle; you will not do that again!

⁹ Will he be laid low even at the sight of it?

¹⁰ Who then is he that can stand before Me?

¹¹ Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.

¹² Or its mighty strength or its graceful frame.

¹³ Who can come with its doubled bridle?

¹⁴ Around its teeth there is dreadful terror.

¹⁵ Shut up as with a tight seal.

¹⁶ That no air can come between them.

¹⁷ They are interlocked and cannot be separated.

¹⁸ And its eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹⁹ Sparks of fire leap forth.

²⁰ As from a boiling pot and burning reeds.

²¹ And a flame goes forth from its mouth.

²² And dismay leaps before it.

²³ Hardened upon it and is not shaken.

²⁴ Even as hard as a lower millstone.

²⁵ Because of the crashing they are bewildered.

²⁶ Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

²⁷ Bronze as rotten wood.

²⁸ Slingstones are turned into stubble for it.

²⁹ It laughs at the rattling of the javelin.

³⁰ It spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.

³¹ It makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

³² One would think the deep to be gray‑haired.

³³ One made without terror.

³⁴ It is king over all the sons of pride.”