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2 Can you put a rope through his nose,
or pierce his jaw with a hook?
3 Will he beg for mercy to you?
Will he speak to you using gentle words?
4 Will he make a covenant with you,
to take him as your servant for life?
5 Can you play with him as with a bird,
or put him on a leash for your girls?
6 Will the traders bargain over him?
Will he be divided up among the merchants?
7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons,
or his head with fishing spears?
8 Lay your hand on him;
you will remember the battle and never repeat it.
9 Any hope of overpowering him is futile;
one collapses at the mere sight of him.
10 No one is so fierce that they would dare to stir him up!
Who then is able to stand against Me?
11 Who has a claim against Me, that I must repay him?
Everything under all heaven belongs to Me.
12 “I will not keep silent about his limbs,
his mighty strength, or his graceful proportions.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment?
Who can come to him with his bridle?
14 Who can open the doors of his face,
with the fearsome teeth all around?
15 His rows of scales are his pride,
shut up together as with a tight seal.
16 One is so near to another
that no air can come between them.
17 They adjoin one to another;
they clasp together so they cannot be separated.
18 His snortings flash forth light,
and his eyes are like the rays of the dawn.
19 From his mouth go burning torches;
sparks of fire shoot out.
20 Out of his nostrils comes smoke,
as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
21 His breath kindles coals,
and the flame goes out from his mouth.
22 In his neck strength abides,
and dismay goes before him.
23 The folds of his flesh are joined together;
they are firm on him and cannot be moved.
24 His heart is as hard as stone,
as hard as a lower millstone.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are terrified;
at his thrashings they flee away.
26 The sword that reaches him cannot avail;
nor the spear, dart, or javelin.
27 He regards iron as straw,
and bronze as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee;
slingstones are like stubble to him.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble;
he laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
30 His underparts are like jagged potsherds;
he spreads out on the mire like a threshing sledge.
31 He makes the depths boil like a pot;
he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32 He leaves a glistening wake behind him;
one would think the deep had white hair.
33 On earth there is nothing like him—
a creature without fear.
34 He looks out on all that are haughty;
he is king over all that are proud.”