Job 41

1Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie his tongue down with a rope?2

3Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?4

5Will he beg you for mercy or speak softly to you?6

7Will he make a covenant with you so that you can take him as a slave forever?8

9Can you play with him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls?10

11Will traders bargain for him or divide him among the merchants?12

13Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?14

15Lay a hand on him. You will remember the battle and never repeat it!16

17Any hope of capturing him proves false. Does a person not collapse at the very sight of him?18

19No one is ferocious enough to rouse Leviathan; who then can stand against me?20

21Who confronted me, that I should repay him? Everything under heaven belongs to me.22

23I cannot be silent about his limbs, his power, and his graceful proportions.24

25Who can strip off his outer covering? Who can penetrate his double layer of armor?26

27Who can open his jaws, surrounded by those terrifying teeth?28

29His pride is in his rows of scales, closely sealed together.30

31One scale is so close to another that no air can pass between them.32

33They are joined to one another, so closely connected they cannot be separated.34

35His snorting flashes with light, while his eyes are like the rays of dawn.36

37Flaming torches shoot from his mouth; fiery sparks fly out!38

39Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot or burning reeds.40

41His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour out of his mouth.42

43Strength resides in his neck, and dismay dances before him.44

45The folds of his flesh are joined together, solid as metal and immovable.46

47His heart is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!48

49When Leviathan rises, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw because of his thrashing.50

51The sword that reaches him will have no effect, nor will a spear, dart, or arrow.52

53He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.54

55No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like stubble to him.56

57A club is regarded as stubble, and he laughs at the sound of a javelin.58

59His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading the mud like a threshing sledge.60

61He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like an ointment jar.62

63He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had gray hair!64

65He has no equal on earth — a creature devoid of fear!66

67He surveys everything that is haughty; he is king over all the proud beasts.68