¹Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

¹Vaata, niisugune lootuski on petlik: kas teda nähes juba ei olda pikali?

²Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

²Ükski ei ole nõnda julge, et teda ärritada. Ja kes suudaks siis püsida minu ees?

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

³Kes on esmalt andnud mulle, et peaksin tasuma? Kõik, mis on taeva all, on minu oma.

⁴Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

⁴Ma ei taha vaikida tema liikmeist, ta vägitegude asjast ning ta oleku ilust.

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

⁵Kes paljastaks tema ta pealmisest kattest? Kes tungiks tema kahekordse soomuse vahele?

⁶Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

⁶Kes avaks tema silmnäo väravad? Ta hambad ajavad hirmu peale.

⁷Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

⁷Ta selg on kilpide rida, tihedalt pitseriga suletud:

⁸Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

⁸üks on teisele nõnda ligi, et tuul ei pääse läbi nende vahelt.

⁹Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

⁹Need on liibunud üksteise külge, seisavad koos ja neid ei saa lahutada.

¹⁰None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

¹⁰Tema aevastustest välgub valgust ja ta silmad on nagu koidupuna kiired.

¹¹Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.

¹¹Tema suust käivad otsekui põlevad tõrvikud, kargavad välja tulesädemed.

¹²I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

¹²Tema sõõrmeist tuleb välja suits nagu potist, mille all põlevad kõrkjad.

¹³Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

¹³Tema hingeõhk süütab söed ja tema suust tuleb välja leek.

¹⁴Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

¹⁴Tema turjal asub tugevus ja tema ees kargab kartus.

¹⁵[His] strong scales are [his] pride, Shut up together [as with] a close seal.

¹⁵Tema lihav vats on otsekui valatud ta külge, liikumatult paigal.

¹⁶One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

¹⁶Tema süda on kõva nagu kivi, otse alumise veskikivi kõvadune.

¹⁷They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

¹⁷Kui ta tõuseb, siis kohkuvad vägevadki, tema murdmise tõttu on nad nagu arust ära.

¹⁸His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹⁸Kui teda tabab mõõk, siis see ei pea vastu, samuti mitte piik, viskoda ega nool.

¹⁹Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.

¹⁹Ta peab rauda õleks ja vaske pehkinud puuks.

²⁰Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.

²⁰Nool ei aja teda põgenema, lingukivid muutuvad tema vastu kõrteks.

²¹His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

²¹Vemblad on temale nagu kõrred ja ta naerab oda vihinat.

²²In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.

²²Tal on kõhu all otsekui teravad kivikillud, ta hüpleb nagu pahmavanker mööda muda.

²³The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

²³Ta paneb sügavuse keema nagu paja, teeb mere salvipoti sarnaseks.

²⁴His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

²⁴Enese järel ta jätab läikiva raja, sügavus näib olevat otsekui raugajuuksed.

²⁵When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

²⁵Ei ole maa peal tema sarnast, ta on kartmatuks loodud.

²⁶If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

²⁶Kõik, mis kõrge on, kardab teda, tema on kõigi uhkete loomade kuningas.'

²⁷He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood.

²⁸The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

²⁹Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

³⁰His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire.

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

³²He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.

³³Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.

³⁴He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.