1Canst thou draw out the Crocodile with a fish-hook? Or, with a cord, canst thou fasten down his tongue? 2Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw? 3Will he multiply unto thee supplications, or will he speak unto thee softly? 4Will he solemnise a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a life-long servant? 5Wilt thou sport with him, as with a little bird? Or wilt thou bind him, for thy maidens? 6Shall the companions bargain over him? or will they part him among the traders? 7Wilt thou fill, with darts, his skin? or, with fish-spears, his head? 8Lay thou upon him thy hand, remember the battle—no more! 9Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed? 10None so bold, that he will rouse him! Who then is he that, before me, can stand? 11 Who hath forestalled me, that I may repay him? Under all the heavens, mine it is! 12I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour. 13Who hath removed his outer garment, through his double row of teeth, who would enter? 14The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror! 15A pride, are his arched sides, closed up, with a firm seal; 16One to another, they join, and, air, cannot enter between them; 17Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted; 18His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn; 19Out of his mouth, torches dart forth, sparks of fire, escape; 20Out of his nostrils, proceedeth smoke, like a blown pot and rushes; 21His breath, setteth coals ablaze, and, a flame, out of his mouth, proceedeth; 22In his neck, lodgeth strength, and, before him, danceth dismay; 23The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved; 24His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone; 25At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves: 26As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail: 27He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood: 28The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him: 29As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin; 30His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime: 31He causeth to boil, as a cauldron, the raging deep, the sea, he maketh like a brewing vessel: 32After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary! 33There is not—upon the dust—his like, that hath been made to be without fear; 34Every thing lofty, he beholdeth, he, is king over all ravenous beasts.