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1 - Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down--his tongue?

2 - Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

3 - Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?

4 - Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

5 - Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

6 - (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)

7 - Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?

8 - Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle--do not add!

9 - Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

10 - None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who <FI>is<Fi> he before Me stationeth himself?

11 - Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it <FI>is<Fi> mine.

12 - I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

13 - Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

14 - The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth <FI>are<Fi> terrible.

15 - A pride--strong ones of shields, Shut up--a close seal.

16 - One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

17 - One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.

18 - His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes <FI>are<Fi> as the eyelids of the dawn.

19 - Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

20 - Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

21 - His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.

22 - In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

23 - The flakes of his flesh have adhered--Firm upon him--it is not moved.

24 - His heart <FI>is<Fi> firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.

25 - From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

26 - The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear--dart--and lance.

27 - He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

28 - The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

29 - As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

30 - Under him <FI>are<Fi> sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

31 - He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

32 - After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

33 - There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

34 - Every high thing he doth see, He <FI>is<Fi> king over all sons of pride.