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?

¹Kan du trække Krokodillen op med Krog og binde dens Tunge med Snøre?

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

²Kan du mon stikke et Siv i dens Snude, bore en Krog igennem dens Kæber?

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

³Mon den vil trygle dig længe og give dig gode Ord?

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

⁴Mon den vil indgå en Pagt med dig, så du får den til Træl for evigt?

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

⁵Han du mon lege med den som en Fugl og tøjre den for dine Pigebørn?

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

⁶Falbyder Fiskerlauget den og stykker den ud mellem Sælgerne?

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

⁷Mon du kan spække dens Hud med Kroge og med Harpuner dens Hoved?

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

⁸Læg dog engang din Hånd på den! Du vil huske den Kamp og gør det ej mer.

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

⁹Det Håb vilde blive til Skamme, alene ved Synet lå du der.

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

¹⁰Ingen drister sig til at tirre den, hvem holder Stand imod den?

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

¹¹Hvem møder den og slipper fra det hvem under hele Himlen?

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

¹²Jeg tier ej om dens Lemmer, hvor stærk den er, hvor smukt den er skabt.

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

¹³Hvem har trukket dens Klædning af, trængt ind i dens dobbelte Panser?

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

¹⁴Hvem har åbnet dens Ansigts Døre? Rundt om dens Tænder er Rædsel.

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

¹⁵Dens Ryg er Reder af Skjolde, dens Bryst er et Segl af Sten;

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

¹⁶de sidder tæt ved hverandre, Luft kommer ikke ind derimellem;

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

¹⁷de hænger fast ved hverandre, uadskilleligt griber de ind i hverandre.

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

¹⁸Dens Nysen fremkalder strålende Lys, som Morgenrødens Øjenlåg er dens Øjne.

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

¹⁹Ud af dens Gab farer Fakler, Ildgnister spruder der frem.

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

²⁰Em står ud af dens Næsebor som af en ophedet, kogende Kedel.

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

²¹Dens Ånde tænder som glødende Kul, Luer står ud af dens Gab.

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

²²Styrken bor på dens Hals, og Angsten hopper foran den.

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

²³Tæt sidder Kødets Knuder, som støbt til Kroppen; de rokkes ikke;

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

²⁴fast som Sten er dens Hjerte støbt, fast som den nederste Møllesten.

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

²⁵Når den rejser sig, gyser Helte, fra Sans og Samling går de af Skræk.

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

²⁶Angriberens Sværd holder ikke Stand, ej Kastevåben, Spyd eller Pil.

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

²⁷Jern regner den kun for Halm og Kobber for trøsket Træ;

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

²⁸Buens Søn slår den ikke på Flugt, Slyngens Sten bliver Strå for den,

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

²⁹Stridskøllen regnes for Rør, den ler ad det svirrende Spyd.

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

³⁰På Bugen er der skarpe Rande, dens Spor i Dyndet er som Tærskeslædens;

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

³¹Dybet får den i Kog som en Gryde, en Salvekedel gør den af Floden;

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

³²bag den er der en lysende Sti, Dybet synes som Sølverhår.

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

³³Dens Lige findes ikke på Jord, den er skabt til ikke at frygte.

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

³⁴Alt, hvad højt er, ræddes for den, den er Konge over alle stolte Dyr.