¹Zalud je nadu u njega gojiti, na pogled njegov čovjek već pogiba.

¹Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?

²Junaka nema da njega razdraži, tko će mu se u lice suprotstavit'?

²Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?

³Tko se sukobi s njim i živ ostade? Pod nebesima tog čovjeka nema!

³Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?

⁴Prešutjet neću njegove udove, ni silnu snagu, ni ljepotu stasa.

⁴Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?

⁵Tko mu smije razodjenut' odjeću, tko li kroz dvostruk prodrijeti mu oklop?

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

⁶Tko će mu ralje rastvorit' dvokrilne kad strah vlada oko zubi njegovih?

⁶Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?

⁷Hrbat mu je od ljuskavih štitova, zapečaćenih pečatom kamenim.

⁷Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?

⁸Jedni uz druge tako se sljubiše da među njima dah ne bi prošao.

⁸Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, -- do no more!

⁹Tako su čvrsto slijepljeni zajedno: priljubljeni, razdvojit' se ne mogu.

⁹Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?

¹⁰Kad kihne, svjetlost iz njega zapršti, poput zorinih vjeđa oči su mu.

¹⁰None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?

¹¹Zublje plamsaju iz njegovih ralja, iskre ognjene iz njih se prosiplju.

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

¹²Iz nozdrva mu sukljaju dimovi kao iz kotla što kipi na vatri.

¹²I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.

¹³Dah bi njegov zapalio ugljevlje, jer mu iz ralja plamenovi suču.

¹³Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?

¹⁴U šiji leži sva snaga njegova, a ispred njega užas se prostire.

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

¹⁵Kad se ispravi, zastrepe valovi i prema morskoj uzmiču pučini.

¹⁵The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal.

¹⁶Poput pećine srce mu je tvrdo, poput mlinskoga kamena otporno.

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

¹⁷Pregibi tusta mesa srasli su mu, čvrsti su kao da su saliveni.

¹⁷They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.

¹⁸Zgodi li ga mač, od njeg se odbije, tako i koplje, sulica i strijela.

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

¹⁹Poput slame je za njega željezo, mjed je k'o drvo iscrvotočeno.

¹⁹Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:

²⁰On ne uzmiče od strelice s luka, stijenje iz praćke na nj k'o pljeva pada.

²⁰Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.

²¹K'o slamčica je toljaga za njega, koplju se smije kad zazviždi nad njim.

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

²²Crepovlje oštro ima na trbuhu i blato njime ore k'o drljačom.

²²In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.

²³Pod njim vrtlog sav k'o lonac uskipi, uspjeni more k'o pomast u kotlu.

²³The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.

²⁴Za sobom svijetlu ostavlja on brazdu, regbi, bijelo runo bezdan prekriva.

²⁴His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].

²⁵Ništa slično na zemlji ne postoji i niti je tko tako neustrašiv.

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

²⁶I na najviše on s visoka gleda, kralj je svakome, i najponosnijim."

²⁶If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.

²⁷He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.

²⁸The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

²⁹Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

³⁰His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.

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

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

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

³⁴He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.