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?

¹ Fundi kornokoy si no kaŋ g'a zokoti. Mana binde boro kaŋ ga hin ka kay ay jine?

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

² May no jin k'ay no, hal ay m'a yeti a se? Hay kulu me kaŋ go beene batama cire, kulu ay wane no.

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

³ Ay si dinya a cey sanni mo, Wala a gaabi beero, wala a gaaham himandi hanna.

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

⁴ May no ga hin k'a fooru? May no ga furo a kobtey game ra?

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

⁵ May no ga hin k'a garbey feeri? A hinjey sasarey kulu ga humburandi.

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

⁶ A banda kobto tiŋa mo ga ti a zamuuyaŋ haro, I goono ga lamba care gaa danga i n'i naagu care gaa no.

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

⁷ I ga maan care gaa mo, Hala haw si hin ka furo i game ra.

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

⁸ Kubanteyaŋ no care gaa, I go ga naagu care gaa, hala i si fay.

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

⁹ A tissoyaŋo ga kaari kaa taray, A moy ga hima mo boyaŋ kaari.

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

¹⁰ Danji yulba kaŋ ga di goono ga fatta a meyo ra, Nune hansey mo goono ga sar ka fittaw.

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

¹¹ A niina ra mo dullu go ga fatta, Sanda kusu kaŋ goono ga walay ra cine.

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

¹² A fulanzama ga danji bi diyandi, Danji beele goono ga fun a meyo ra.

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

¹³ A jinda gaa no gaabi ga goro, Humburkumay go ga sar a jine.

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

¹⁴ A basi gudey go ga kubay care gaa, I go ga kay da gaabi, i si yooje.

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

¹⁵ A bina ga sandi sanda tondi cine. Oho a ga sandi sanda ganda fufuyaŋ tondi cine.

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

¹⁶ Saaya kaŋ a ga nga boŋ sambu, hinkoyey ga humburu, I ga gartu dirim kala i ma fun ngey laakaley ra.

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

¹⁷ Baa boro kaŋ a boŋ da takuba, A si hay kulu hanse, Wala yaaji, wala hangaw, wala lolo.

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

¹⁸ A do guuru-bi wo, sanda subu no, Guuru-say mo sanda tuuri fumbo no.

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

¹⁹ Hangaw si hin ka naŋ a ma zuru, Finga-finga tondiyaŋ ga hima a se subu tikse.

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

²⁰ Goobu kaso mo ga hima a se bari subu, Yaaji kungayaŋ g'a haarandi no.

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

²¹ A gunda, sanda car-cambu kaano yaŋ no, Danga day i na safayaŋ guuru candi no botogo ra.

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

²² A ga naŋ gooru guusuyaŋo ma walay sanda kusu cine, A ma teeku himandi sanda ji kolbo.

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

²³ A banda fonda go ga nyaale, Danga day hari guusuyaŋey gonda hamni kwaaray no.

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

²⁴ Ndunnya ra a wadde si no, Takahari kaŋ si humburkumay bay no.

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

²⁵ Takahari fo kulu nda nga darza, A g'a guna nda donda-caray, Bonkooni no boŋbeeray izey kulu boŋ.»

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.”