141.1 Ch 40.25 in Heb “Can you draw out Leviathan41.1 Or the crocodile with a fishhook,

or press down his tongue with a cord?

2Can you put a rope in his nose,

or pierce his jaw with a hook?

3Will he make many supplications to you?

Will he speak to you soft words?

4Will he make a covenant with you

to take him for your servant for ever?

5Will you play with him as with a bird,

or will you put him on leash for your maidens?

6Will traders bargain over him?

Will they divide him up among the merchants?

7Can you fill his skin with harpoons,

or his head with fishing spears?

8Lay hands on him;

think of the battle; you will not do it again!

941.9 Ch 41.1 in Heb Behold, the hope of a man is disappointed;

he is laid low even at the sight of him.

10No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up.

Who then is he that can stand before me?

1141.11: Rom 11.35.Who has given to me,41.11 The meaning of the Hebrew is uncertain 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.

13Who can strip off his outer garment?

Who can penetrate his double coat of mail?41.13 Gk: Heb bridle

14Who can open the doors of his face?

Round about his teeth is terror.

15His back41.15 Cn Compare Gk Vg: Heb pride is made of rows of shields,

shut up closely as with a seal.

16One is so near to another

that no air can come between them.

17They are joined one to another;

they clasp each other and cannot be separated.

18His sneezings flash forth light,

and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

19Out of his mouth go flaming torches;

sparks of fire leap forth.

20Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke,

as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

21His breath kindles coals,

and a flame comes forth from his mouth.

22In his neck abides strength,

and terror dances before him.

23The folds of his flesh cleave together,

firmly cast upon him and immovable.

24His heart is hard as a stone,

hard as the nether millstone.

25When he raises himself up the mighty41.25 Or gods are afraid;

at the crashing they are beside themselves.

26Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail;

nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

27He counts iron as straw,

and bronze as rotten wood.

28The arrow cannot make him flee;

for him slingstones are turned to stubble.

29Clubs are counted as stubble;

he laughs at the rattle of javelins.

30His underparts are like sharp potsherds;

he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

31He makes the deep boil like a pot;

he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32Behind him he leaves a shining wake;

one would think the deep to be hoary.

33Upon earth there is not his like,

a creature without fear.

34He beholds everything that is high;

he is king over all the sons of pride.”