¹Så oförvägen är ingen, att han törs reta denne. Vem vågar då sätta sig upp mot mig själv?

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?

²Vem har först givit mig något, som jag alltså bör betala igen? Mitt är ju allt vad som finnes under himmelen.

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

³Jag vill ej höra upp att tala om hans lemmar, om huru väldig han är, och huru härligt han är danad.

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

⁴Vem mäktar rycka av honom hans pansar? Vem vågar sig in mellan hans käkars par?

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

⁵Hans gaps dörrar, vem vill öppna dem? Runtom hans tänder bor ju förskräckelse.

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

⁶Stolta sitta på honom sköldarnas rader; hopslutna äro de med fast försegling.

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

⁷Tätt fogar sig den ena intill den andra, icke en vindfläkt tränger in mellan dem.

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

⁸Var och en håller ihop med den nästa, de gripa in i varandra och skiljas ej åt.

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

⁹När han fnyser, strålar det av ljus; hans blickar äro såsom morgonrodnadens ögonbryn.

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

¹⁰Bloss fara ut ur hans gap, eldgnistor springa fram därur.

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

¹¹Från hans näsborrar utgår rök såsom ur en sjudande panna på bränslet.

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

¹²Hans andedräkt framgnistrar eldkol, och lågor bryta fram ur hans gap.

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

¹³På hans hals har kraften sin boning, och framför honom stapplar försagdhet.

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

¹⁴Själva det veka på hans buk är ett stadigt fogverk, det sitter orubbligt, såsom gjutet på honom.

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

¹⁵Hans hjärta är fast såsom sten, fast såsom bottenstenen i kvarnen.

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

¹⁶När han reser sig, bäva hjältar, av ångest mista de all sans.

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

¹⁷Angripes han med ett svärd, så håller det ej stånd, ej heller spjut eller pil eller pansar.

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

¹⁸Han aktar järn såsom halm och koppar såsom murket trä.

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

¹⁹Bågskott skrämma honom ej bort, slungstenar förvandlas för honom till strå;

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

²⁰ja, stridsklubbor aktar han såsom strå, han ler åt rasslet av lansar.

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

²¹På sin buk bär han skarpa eggar, spår såsom av en tröskvagn ristar han i dyn.

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

²²Han gör djupet sjudande som en gryta, likt en salvokokares kittel förvandlar han vattnet.

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

²³Bakom honom strålar vägen av ljus, djupet synes bära silverhår.

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

²⁴Ja, på jorden finnes intet som är honom likt, otillgänglig för fruktan skapades han.

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

²⁵På allt vad högt är ser han med förakt, konung är han över alla stolta vilddjur.

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

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.”