Job 41:1-34 ESV

[1] "Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with a cord? [2] Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? [3] Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words? [4] Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever? [5] Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls? [6] Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? [7] Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears? [8] Lay your hands on him; remember the battle-you will not do it again! [9] Behold, the hope of a man is false; he is laid low even at the sight of him. [10] No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me? [11] Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine. [12] "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame. [13] Who can strip off his outer garment? Who would come near him with a bridle? [14] Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror. [15] His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal. [16] One is so near to another that no air can come between them. [17] They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated. [18] His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. [19] Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth. [20] Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes. [21] His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth. [22] In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him. [23] The folds of his flesh stick together, firmly cast on him and immovable. [24] His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the lower millstone. [25] When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves. [26] Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin. [27] He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. [28] The arrow cannot make him flee; for him, sling stones are turned to stubble. [29] Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins. [30] His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire. [31] He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment. [32] Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired. [33] On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear. [34] He sees everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride."