2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose or bore his jaw through with a thorn

3 Will he make many supplications unto thee will he speak soft words unto thee

4 Will he make a covenant with thee wilt thou take him for a servant for ever

5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens

6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him shall they part him among the merchants

7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons or his head with fish spears

8 Lay thine hand upon him remember the battle do no more

9 Behold the hope of him is in vain shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him

10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up who then is able to stand before me

11 Who hath prevented me that I should repay him whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine

12 I will not conceal his parts nor his power __ nor his comely proportion

13 Who can discover the face of his garment or who can come to him with his double bridle

14 Who can open the doors of his face his teeth are terrible round about

15 His scales __ are his pride shut up together as with a close seal

16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them

17 They are joined one to another they stick together that they cannot be sundered

18 By his neesings a light doth shine and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning

19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps and sparks of fire leap out

20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke as out of a seething pot or caldron

21 His breath kindleth coals and a flame goeth out of his mouth

22 In his neck remaineth strength and sorrow is turned into joy before him

23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together they are firm in themselves they cannot be moved

24 His heart is as firm as a stone yea as hard as a piece of the nether millstone

25 When he raiseth up himself the mighty are afraid by reason of breakings they purify themselves

26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold the spear the dart nor the habergeon

27 He esteemeth iron as straw and brass as rotten wood

28 The arrow __ cannot make him flee slingstones __ are turned with him into stubble

29 Darts are counted as stubble he laugheth at the shaking of a spear

30 Sharp stones are under him he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire

31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment

32 He maketh a path to shine after him one would think the deep to be hoary

33 Upon earth there is not his like who is made without fear

34 He beholdeth all high things he is a king over all the children of pride