1Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
2None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
3Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
4"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
5Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
6Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
7Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
8One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
9They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
10His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
11Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
12Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
13His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
14There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
15The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
16His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
17When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
18If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
19He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
20The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
21Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
22His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
23He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
24He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
25On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
26He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
