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

¹“Can you draw out Leviathan Leviathan is a name for a crocodile or similar creature. with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

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

²Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

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

³Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?

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

⁴Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?

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

⁵Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

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

⁶Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?

⁷Ta selg on kilpide rida, tihedalt pitseriga suletud:

⁷Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

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

⁸Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

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

⁹Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?

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

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

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

¹¹Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

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

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

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

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

¹⁴Tema turjal asub tugevus ja tema ees kargab kartus.

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

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

¹⁵Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.

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

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

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

¹⁷They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.

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

¹⁸His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

¹⁹Ta peab rauda õleks ja vaske pehkinud puuks.

¹⁹Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.

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

²⁰Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

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

²¹His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.

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

²²There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

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

²³The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.

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

²⁴His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.

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

²⁵When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

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

²⁶If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

²⁷He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.

²⁸The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

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

³⁰His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

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

³²He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

³³On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

³⁴He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”