41:1	"Can you pull in the leviathan 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 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 caldron 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."
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