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?

¹Ingen er så djerv at han tør tirre den; hvem tør da sette sig op imot mig?

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

²Hvem gav mig noget først, så jeg skulde gi ham vederlag? Alt under himmelen hører mig til.

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

³Jeg vil ikke tie om dens lemmer, om dens store styrke og dens fagre bygning.

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

⁴Hvem har dradd dens klædning av? Hvem tør komme innenfor dens dobbelte rad av tenner?

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

⁵Hvem har åpnet dens kjevers dør? Rundt om dens tenner er redsel.

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

⁶Stolte er skjoldenes rader; hvert av dem er tillukket som med et fast segl.

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

⁷De ligger tett innpå hverandre, og ingen luft trenger inn imellem dem.

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

⁸Det ene skjold henger fast ved det andre; de griper inn i hverandre og skilles ikke at.

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

⁹Når den nyser, stråler det frem lys, og dens øine er som morgenrødens øielokk.

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

¹⁰Bluss farer ut av dens gap, gnister spruter frem.

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

¹¹Fra dens nesebor kommer røk som av en gryte som koker over siv.

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

¹²Dens ånde tender kull i brand, og luer går ut av dens gap.

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

¹³På dens hals har styrken sin bolig, og angsten springer foran den.

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

¹⁴Dens doglapper sitter fast; de er som støpt på den og rører sig ikke.

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

¹⁵Dens hjerte er fast som sten, fast som den underste kvernsten.

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

¹⁶Når den hever sig, gruer helter; av redsel mister de sans og samling.

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

¹⁷Rammes den med sverd, så biter det ikke på den, heller ikke lanse, pil eller kastespyd.

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

¹⁸Den akter jern som strå, kobber som ormstukket tre.

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

¹⁹Buens sønn* jager den ikke på flukt; slyngens stener blir som halm for den. / {* pilen.}

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

²⁰Stridsklubber aktes som halm, og den ler av det susende spyd.

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

²¹På dens buk sitter skarpe skår, den gjør spor i dyndet som efter en treskeslede.

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

²²Den får dypet til å koke som en gryte; den får havet til å skumme som en salvekokers kjele.

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

²³Efter den lyser dens sti; dypet synes å ha sølvhår.

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

²⁴Det er intet på jorden som er herre over den; den er skapt til ikke å reddes.

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

²⁵Alt som er høit, ser den i øiet; den er en konge over alle stolte dyr.

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.”