Jb 41 (Catholique Crampon)

¹ Nul n'est assez hardi pour provoquer Léviathan: qui donc oserait me résister en face? ² Qui m'a obligé, pour que j'aie à lui rendre? Tout ce qui est sous le ciel est à moi. ³ Je ne veux pas taire ses membres, sa force, l'harmonie de sa structure. ⁴ Qui jamais a soulevé le bord de sa cuirasse? Qui a franchi la double ligne de son râtelier? ⁵ Qui a ouvert les portes de sa gueule? Autour de ses dents habite la terreur. ⁶ Superbes sont les lignes de ses écailles, comme des sceaux étroitement serrés. ⁷ Chacune touche sa voisine; un souffle ne passerait pas entre elles. ⁸ Elle adhèrent l'une à l'autre, elles sont jointes et ne sauraient se séparer. ⁹ Ses éternuements font jaillir la lumière, ses yeux sont comme les paupières de l'aurore. ¹⁰ Des flammes jaillissent de sa gueule, il s'en échappe des étincelles de feu. ¹¹ Une fumée sort de ses narines, comme d'une chaudière ardente et bouillante. ¹² Son souffle allume les charbons, de sa bouche s'élance la flamme. ¹³ Dans son cou réside la force, devant lui bondit l'épouvante. ¹⁴ Les muscles de sa chair tiennent ensemble; fondus sur lui, inébranlables. ¹⁵ Son coeur est dur comme la pierre, dur comme la meule inférieure. ¹⁶ Quand il se lève, les plus braves ont peur, l'épouvante les fait défaillir. ¹⁷ Qu'on l'attaque avec l'épée, l'épée ne résiste pas, ni la lance, ni le javelot, ni la flèche. ¹⁸ Il tient le fer pour de la paille, l'airain comme un bois vermoulu. ¹⁹ La fille de l'arc ne le fait pas fuir, les pierres de la fronde sont pour lui un fétu, ²⁰ la massue, un brin de chaume; il se rit du fracas des piques. ²¹ Sous son ventre sont des tessons aigus: on dirait une herse qu'il étend sur le limon. ²² Il fait bouillonner l'abîme comme une chaudière, il fait de la mer un vase de parfums. ²³ Il laisse après lui un sillage de lumière, on dirait que l'abîme a des cheveux blancs. ²⁴ Il n'a pas son égal sur la terre, il a été créé pour ne rien craindre. ²⁵ Il regarde en face tout ce qui est élevé, il est le roi des plus fiers animaux.

Jb 41 (King James)

   ¹ Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? ² Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? ³ Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? ⁴ Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? ⁵ Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? ⁶ Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? ⁷ Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? ⁸ Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. ⁹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? ¹⁰ None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
   ¹¹ Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. ¹² I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. ¹³ Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle? ¹⁴ Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about. ¹⁵ His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal. ¹⁶ One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. ¹⁷ They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. ¹⁸ By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. ¹⁹ Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. ²⁰ Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. ²¹ His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. ²² In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. ²³ The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. ²⁴ His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. ²⁵ When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. ²⁶ The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. ²⁷ He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. ²⁸ The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. ²⁹ Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. ³⁰ Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. ³¹ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. ³² He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. ³³ Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. ³⁴ He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.