Job 41:1-34 CSB

[1] Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie his tongue down with a rope? [2] Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? [3] Will he beg you for mercy or speak softly to you? [4] Will he make a covenant with you so that you can take him as a slave forever? [5] Can you play with him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls? [6] Will traders bargain for him or divide him among the merchants? [7] Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears? [8] Lay a hand on him. You will remember the battle and never repeat it! [9] Any hope of capturing him proves false. Does a person not collapse at the very sight of him? [10] No one is ferocious enough to rouse Leviathan; who then can stand against me? [11] Who confronted me, that I should repay him? Everything under heaven belongs to me. [12] I cannot be silent about his limbs, his power, and his graceful proportions. [13] Who can strip off his outer covering? Who can penetrate his double layer of armor? [14] Who can open his jaws, surrounded by those terrifying teeth? [15] His pride is in his rows of scales, closely sealed together. [16] One scale is so close to another that no air can pass between them. [17] They are joined to one another, so closely connected they cannot be separated. [18] His snorting flashes with light, while his eyes are like the rays of dawn. [19] Flaming torches shoot from his mouth; fiery sparks fly out! [20] Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot or burning reeds. [21] His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour out of his mouth. [22] Strength resides in his neck, and dismay dances before him. [23] The folds of his flesh are joined together, solid as metal and immovable. [24] His heart is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone! [25] When Leviathan rises, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw because of his thrashing. [26] The sword that reaches him will have no effect, nor will a spear, dart, or arrow. [27] He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. [28] No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like stubble to him. [29] A club is regarded as stubble, and he laughs at the sound of a javelin. [30] His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading the mud like a threshing sledge. [31] He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like an ointment jar. [32] He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had gray hair! [33] He has no equal on earth- a creature devoid of fear! [34] He surveys everything that is haughty; he is king over all the proud beasts.