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41:1 "Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down its tongue with a cord? 41:2 Can you put a rope in its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook? 41:3 Will it make many supplications to you? Will it speak soft words to you? 41:4 Will it make a covenant with you to be taken as your servant forever? 41:5 Will you play with it as with a bird, or will you put it on leash for your girls? 41:6 Will traders bargain over it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? 41:7 Can you fill its skin with harpoons, or its head with fishing spears? 41:8 Lay hands on it; think of the battle; you will not do it again! 41:9 Any hope of capturing it will be disappointed; were not even the gods overwhelmed at the sight of it? 41:10 No one is so fierce as to dare to stir it up. Who can stand before it? 41:11 Who can confront it and be safe?-- under the whole heaven, who? 41:12 "I will not keep silence concerning its limbs, or its mighty strength, or its splendid frame. 41:13 Who can strip off its outer garment? Who can penetrate its double coat of mail? 41:14 Who can open the doors of its face? There is terror all around its teeth. 41:15 Its back is made of shields in rows, shut up closely as with a seal. 41:16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them. 41:17 They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated. 41:18 Its sneezes flash forth light, and its eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. 41:19 From its mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap out. 41:20 Out of its nostrils comes smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes. 41:21 Its breath kindles coals, and a flame comes out of its mouth. 41:22 In its neck abides strength, and terror dances before it. 41:23 The folds of its flesh cling together; it is firmly cast and immovable. 41:24 Its heart is as hard as stone, as hard as the lower millstone. 41:25 When it raises itself up the gods are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves. 41:26 Though the sword reaches it, it does not avail, nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin. 41:27 It counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. 41:28 The arrow cannot make it flee; slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff. 41:29 Clubs are counted as chaff; it laughs at the rattle of javelins. 41:30 Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire. 41:31 It makes the deep boil like a pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment. 41:32 It leaves a shining wake behind it; one would think the deep to be white-haired. 41:33 On earth it has no equal, a creature without fear. 41:34 It surveys everything that is lofty; it is king over all that are proud."