Leviathan
"Can you draw out leviathan with a hook, or tie down his tongue with a cord? Can you put a hook into his nose or bore his jaw through with a thorn? Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak soft words to you? Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever? Will you play with him as you would with a bird, or tie him up for your young women? Will the companions make a banquet of him? Will they divide him among the merchants? Can you fill his skin with barbed irons or his head with fish spears? Lay your hand upon him. Remember the battle — you won't do that again. Any hope of taking him is futile. Won't a man be knocked flat even at the sight of him? No one is so fierce that he dares stir him up. Who, then, is able to stand before me? Who has given to me first, that I should repay him? Everything under the whole heaven is mine. I won't keep quiet about his limbs, his strength, or how powerfully he is built. Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who can approach him with his double bridle? Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth are terrible all around. His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal. One is so near another that no air can come between them. They are joined one to another and stick together so they cannot be separated. His sneezings flash with light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a seething pot or cauldron. His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth. Strength lives in his neck, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm in themselves and cannot be moved. His heart is as firm as a stone, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone. When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of breakings they purify themselves. The sword of the one who attacks him cannot hold, nor the spear, the dart or a coat of mail. He counts iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned to stubble with him. Darts are counted as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a spear. Sharp stones are under him; he spreads sharp pointed things upon the mire. He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment. He leaves a shining path behind him; you would think the deep had gone white with age. Upon earth there is nothing like him, made without fear. He beholds every high thing. He is king over all the children of pride."
Can you draw out leviathan with a hook? Or tie his tongue down with a cord? Can you put a hook into his nose? Or run a thorn through his jaw? Will he make plenty of pleas to you? Will he speak soft words to you? Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever? Will you play with him like with a bird? Or will you tie him up for your girls? Will the traders make a feast of him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears? Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle. Don't do it again. Look — hoping for him is empty. Won't a man be thrown down even at the sight of him? Nobody is so fierce that he dares stir him up. Who then can stand in front of me? Who's given to me first, that I should pay him back? Everything under the whole sky is mine. I won't keep quiet about his parts, or his power, or his good shape. Who can uncover the front of his coat? Or who can come to him with his double bridle? Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth all round are terrifying. His scales are his pride, shut up tight together as with a seal. One is so near another that no air can come between them. They're joined to each other. They stick together so they can't be pulled apart. By his sneezing a light shines, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goes smoke, like out of a boiling pot or a cauldron. His breath lights coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth. In his neck stays strength, and sorrow turns to joy in front of him. The folds of his flesh are joined together. They're firm on him. They can't be shifted. His heart is as firm as a stone. Yes, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone. When he raises himself up, the mighty are frightened. Because of the breakings they clean themselves. The sword of the one who comes at him can't hold — the spear, the dart or the javelin. He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. The arrow can't make him run. Sling stones are turned to stubble with him. Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the shaking of a spear. Sharp stones are under him. He spreads sharp pointed things on the mire. He makes the deep boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment. He makes a path shine after him. You'd think the deep was white-haired. On earth there's nothing like him, made without fear. He looks at everything high. He's king over all the children of pride.
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me? Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle? Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about. His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal. One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.
"Can you draw out leviathan with a hook, or tie down his tongue with a cord?
Can you draw out leviathan with a hook? Or tie his tongue down with a cord?
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
Can you put a hook into his nose or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
Can you put a hook into his nose? Or run a thorn through his jaw?
Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak soft words to you?
Will he make plenty of pleas to you? Will he speak soft words to you?
Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?
Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
Will you play with him as you would with a bird, or tie him up for your young women?
Will you play with him like with a bird? Or will you tie him up for your girls?
Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Will the companions make a banquet of him? Will they divide him among the merchants?
Will the traders make a feast of him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?
Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons or his head with fish spears?
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
Lay your hand upon him. Remember the battle — you won't do that again.
Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle. Don't do it again.
Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
Any hope of taking him is futile. Won't a man be knocked flat even at the sight of him?
Look — hoping for him is empty. Won't a man be thrown down even at the sight of him?
Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
No one is so fierce that he dares stir him up. Who, then, is able to stand before me?
Nobody is so fierce that he dares stir him up. Who then can stand in front of me?
None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
Who has given to me first, that I should repay him? Everything under the whole heaven is mine.
Who's given to me first, that I should pay him back? Everything under the whole sky is mine.
Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
I won't keep quiet about his limbs, his strength, or how powerfully he is built.
I won't keep quiet about his parts, or his power, or his good shape.
I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who can approach him with his double bridle?
Who can uncover the front of his coat? Or who can come to him with his double bridle?
Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth are terrible all around.
Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth all round are terrifying.
Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
His scales are his pride, shut up tight together as with a seal.
His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
One is so near another that no air can come between them.
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
They are joined one to another and stick together so they cannot be separated.
They're joined to each other. They stick together so they can't be pulled apart.
They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
His sneezings flash with light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
By his sneezing a light shines, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a seething pot or cauldron.
Out of his nostrils goes smoke, like out of a boiling pot or a cauldron.
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
His breath lights coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
Strength lives in his neck, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
In his neck stays strength, and sorrow turns to joy in front of him.
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm in themselves and cannot be moved.
The folds of his flesh are joined together. They're firm on him. They can't be shifted.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
His heart is as firm as a stone, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
His heart is as firm as a stone. Yes, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
When he raises himself up, the mighty are frightened. Because of the breakings they clean themselves.
When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
The sword of the one who attacks him cannot hold, nor the spear, the dart or a coat of mail.
The sword of the one who comes at him can't hold — the spear, the dart or the javelin.
The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
He counts iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned to stubble with him.
The arrow can't make him run. Sling stones are turned to stubble with him.
The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
Darts are counted as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the shaking of a spear.
Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Sharp stones are under him; he spreads sharp pointed things upon the mire.
Sharp stones are under him. He spreads sharp pointed things on the mire.
Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
He makes the deep boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
He leaves a shining path behind him; you would think the deep had gone white with age.
He makes a path shine after him. You'd think the deep was white-haired.
He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
Upon earth there is nothing like him, made without fear.
On earth there's nothing like him, made without fear.
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
He beholds every high thing. He is king over all the children of pride."
He looks at everything high. He's king over all the children of pride.
He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.