Chapter 41

  Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?  

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  Canst thou put a hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?  

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  Will he make many supplications to thee? will he speak soft words to thee?  

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  Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?  

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  Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?  

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  Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants.  

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  Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?  

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  Lay thy hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.  

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  Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?  

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  None is so fierce that he dare rouse him: who then is able to stand before me?  

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  Who hath first benefited me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.  

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  I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.  

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  Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?  

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  Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible around.  

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  His scales are his pride, shut together as with a close seal.  

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  One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.  

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  They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.  

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  His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.  

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  Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire dart forth.  

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  Out of his nostrils issueth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.  

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  His breath kindleth coals, and a flame issueth from his mouth.  

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  In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.  

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  The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.  

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  His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.  

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  When he raiseth himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.  

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  The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.  

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  He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.  

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  The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.  

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  Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.  

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  Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.  

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  He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.  

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  He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.  

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  Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.  

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  He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.  

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