41:1 Can you pull in the leviathan [Possibly the crocodile] with a fishhook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
41:2 Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
41:3 Will he keep begging you for mercy? Will he speak to you with gentle words?
41:4 Will he make an agreement with you for you to take him as your slave for life?
41:5 Can you make a pet of him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls?
41:6 Will traders barter for him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?
41:7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
41:8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the struggle and never do it again!
41:9 Any hope of subduing him is false the mere sight of him is overpowering.
41:10 No-one is fierce enough to rouse him. Who then is able to stand against me?
41:11 Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.
41:12 I will not fail to speak of his limbs, his strength and his graceful form.
41:13 Who can strip off his outer coat? Who would approach him with a bridle?
41:14 Who dares open the doors of his mouth, ringed about with his fearsome teeth?
41:15 His back has [Or His pride is his] rows of shields tightly sealed together
41:16 each is so close to the next that no air can pass between.
41:17 They are joined fast to one another they cling together and cannot be parted.
41:18 His snorting throws out flashes of light his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
41:19 Firebrands stream from his mouth sparks of fire shoot out.
41:20 Smoke pours from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
41:21 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from his mouth.
41:22 Strength resides in his neck dismay goes before him.
41:23 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined they are firm and immovable.
41:24 His chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
41:25 When he rises up, the mighty are terrified they retreat before his thrashing.
41:26 The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.
41:27 Iron he treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood.
41:28 Arrows do not make him flee slingstones are like chaff to him.
41:29 A club seems to him but a piece of straw he laughs at the rattling of the lance.
41:30 His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing-sledge.
41:31 He makes the depths churn like a boiling cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32 Behind him he leaves a glistening wake one would think the deep had white hair.
41:33 Nothing on earth is his equal a creature without fear.
41:34 He looks down on all that are haughty he is king over all that are proud.