Capítulo 41

1 - Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

2 - Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

3 - Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

4 - Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

5 - Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

6 - Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

7 - Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

8 - Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

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

10 - None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

11 - Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.

12 - I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

13 - Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

14 - Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

15 - [His] strong scales are [his] pride, Shut up together [as with] a close seal.

16 - One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

17 - They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

18 - His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19 - Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.

20 - Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.

21 - His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

22 - In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.

23 - The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

24 - His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

25 - When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

26 - If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27 - He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood.

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

29 - Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

30 - His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire.

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

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

33 - Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.

34 - He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.