Can you draw outתִּמְשֹׁךְLeviathanלִוְיָתָןwith a fishhook,בְּחַכָּהor with a cordוּבְחֶבֶלpress downתַּשְׁקִיעַits tongue?לְשֹׁנוֹ
Can you putהֲתָשִׂיםa rushאַגְמוֹןin its nose,בְּאַפּוֹor with a hookוּבְחוֹחַpierceתִּקּוֹבits jaw?לֶחֱיוֹ
Will it multiplyהֲיַרְבֶּהsupplicationsתַּחֲנוּנִיםto you,אֵלֶיךָorאִםwill it speakיְדַבֵּרto youאֵלֶיךָsoft words?רַכּוֹת
Will it makeהֲיִכְרֹתa covenantבְּרִיתwith you,עִמָּךְthat you may take itתִּקָּחֶנּוּas a slaveלְעֶבֶדforever?עוֹלָם
Will you playהַתְשַׂחֶקwith itבּוֹas with a bird,כַּצִּפּוֹרor bind itוְתִקְשְׁרֶנּוּfor your girls?לְנַעֲרוֹתֶיךָ
Will partnersחַבָּרִיםtradeיִכְרוּin it?עָלָיוWill they divide itיֶחֱצוּהוּamongבֵּיןmerchants?כְּנַעֲנִים
Can you fillהַתְמַלֵּאits skinעוֹרוֹwith darts,בְשֻׂכּוֹתor its headוּ רֹאשׁוֹwith a harpoonבְצִלְצַלfor fish?דָּגִים
Layשִׂיםyour palmכַּפֶּךָon it;עָלָיוrememberזְכֹרthe war;מִלְחָמָהyou will notאַלdo it again.תּוֹסַף
Look,הֵןthe hope for itתֹּחַלְתּוֹis false;נִכְזָבָהis one notהֲevenגַםat the sight of itאֶל מַרְאָיוlaid low?יֻטָל
No one is so cruelלֹא אַכְזָרthatכִּיhe would rouse it;יְעוּרֶנּוּand whoוּמִיis he thatהוּאcan take his standיִתְיַצָּבbefore me?לְפָנַי
Whoמִיhas been first with meהִקְדִּימַנִיthat I should repay him?וַאֲשַׁלֵּםWhat is underתַּחַתallכָּלthe heavensהַשָּׁמַיִםisהוּאmine.לִי
I will not keep silentלוֹ אַחֲרִישׁabout its limbs,בַּדָּיוor the accountוּדְבַרof its powers,גְּבוּרוֹתor the graceוְחִיןof its bearing.עֶרְכּוֹ
Whoמִיhas uncoveredגִלָּהthe faceפְּנֵיof its garment?לְבוּשׁוֹInto its doubleבְּכֶפֶלbridleרִסְנוֹwhoמִיwill enter?יָבוֹא
The doorsדַּלְתֵיof its faceפָנָיוwhoמִיhas opened?פִתֵּחַAroundסְבִיבוֹתits teethשִׁנָּיוis terror.אֵימָה
Its prideגַּאֲוָהis its rowsאֲפִיקֵיof shields,מָגִנִּיםshut upסָגוּרwith a sealחוֹתָםtight.צָר
Oneאֶחָדto anotherבְּאֶחָדthey are joined,יִגַּשׁוּand windוְרוּחַdoes notלֹאcomeיָבוֹאbetween them.בֵינֵיהֶם
Each oneאִישׁclingsיְדֻבָּקוּto its brother;בְּאָחִיהוּthey are locked togetherיִתְלַכְּדוּand do notוְלֹאseparate.יִתְפָּרָדוּ
Its sneezingsעֲטִישֹׁתָיוmake shineתָּהֶלlight,אוֹרand its eyesוְעֵינָיוare like the eyelidsכְּעַפְעַפֵּיof the dawn.שָׁחַר
From its mouthמִפִּיוgo forthיַהֲלֹכוּtorches;לַפִּידִיםsparksכִּידוֹדֵיof fireאֵשׁescape.יִתְמַלָּטוּ
From its nostrilsמִנְּחִירָיוcomes outיֵצֵאsmoke,עָשָׁןas from a potכְּדוּדblown onנָפוּחַand rushes.וְאַגְמֹן
Its breathנַפְשׁוֹkindlesתְּלַהֵטcoals,גֶּחָלִיםand a flameוְלַהַבfrom its mouthמִפִּיוcomes out.יֵצֵא
In its neckבְּצַוָּארוֹstrengthעֹזlodges,יָלִיןand before itוּלְפָנָיוfaintnessדְּאָבָהleaps.תָּדוּץ
The foldsמַפְּלֵיof its fleshבְשָׂרוֹcling together,דָבֵקוּfirmיָצוּקupon it,עָלָיוit does notבַּלmove.יִמּוֹט
Its heartלִבּוֹis firmיָצוּקlikeכְּמוֹstone,אָבֶןand firmוְיָצוּקlike the millstoneכְּפֶלַחbelow.תַּחְתִּית
At its risingמִשֵּׂתוֹthe mightyאֵלִיםare afraid;יָגוּרוּbecause of its breakingsמִשְּׁבָרִיםthey are bewildered.יִתְחַטָּאוּ
The swordחֶרֶבthat reaches itמַשִּׂיגֵהוּdoes notבְּלִיhold,תָקוּםnor spear,חֲנִיתmissileמַסָּעor coat of mail.וְשִׁרְיָה
It countsיַחְשֹׁבironבַּרְזֶלas straw,לְתֶבֶןand bronzeנְחוּשָׁהas rottenרִקָּבוֹןwood.לְעֵץ
The sonבֶןof the bowקָשֶׁתdoes notלֹאmake it flee;יַבְרִיחֶנּוּinto stubbleלְקַשׁare turnedנֶהְפְּכוּfor itלוֹthe stonesאַבְנֵיof the sling.קָלַע
Like stubbleכְּקַשׁis countedנֶחְשְׁבוּthe club,תוֹתָחand it laughsוְיִשְׂחַקat the shakingלְרַעַשׁof the javelin.כִּידוֹן
Under itתַּחְתָּיוare pointsחַדּוּדֵיof potsherd;חָרֶשׂit spreadsיִרְפַּדa threshing sledgeחָרוּץonעֲלֵיthe mud.טִיט
It makes boilיַרְתִּיחַlike a potכַּסִּירthe depths;מְצוּלָהthe seaיָםit makesיָשִׂיםlike a pot of ointment.כַּמֶּרְקָחָה
Behind itאַחֲרָיוit makes shineיָאִירa path;נָתִיבone would takeיַחְשֹׁבthe deepתְּהוֹםfor gray hair.לְשֵׂיבָה
There is notאֵיןonעַלthe dustעָפָרits like,מָשְׁלוֹone madeהֶעָשׂוּto be withoutלִבְלִיfear.חָת
Allאֵת כָּלthat is highגָּבֹהַּit looks at;יִרְאֶהitהוּאis kingמֶלֶךְoverעַלallכָּלthe sonsבְּנֵיof pride.”שָׁחַץ