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.

Jb 41 (Nouvelle Edition de Genève)

¹ Nul n'est assez hardi pour l'exciter; Qui donc me résisterait en face? ² De qui suis-je le débiteur? Je le paierai. Sous le ciel tout m'appartient. ³ Je veux encore parler de ses membres, Et de sa force, et de la beauté de sa structure. ⁴ Qui soulèvera son vêtement? Qui pénétrera entre ses mâchoires? ⁵ Qui ouvrira les portes de sa gueule? Autour de ses dents habite la terreur. ⁶ Ses magnifiques et puissants boucliers  Sont unis ensemble comme par un sceau; ⁷ Ils se serrent l'un contre l'autre, Et l'air ne passerait pas entre eux; ⁸ Ce sont des frères qui s'embrassent, Se saisissent, demeurent inséparables. ⁹ Ses éternuements font briller la lumière; Ses yeux sont comme les paupières de l'aurore. ¹⁰ Des flammes jaillissent de sa bouche, Des étincelles de feu s'en échappent. ¹¹ Une fumée sort de ses narines, Comme d'un vase qui bout, d'une chaudière ardente. ¹² Son souffle allume les charbons, Sa gueule lance la flamme. ¹³ La force a son cou pour demeure, Et l'effroi bondit au-devant de lui. ¹⁴ Ses parties charnues tiennent ensemble, Fondues sur lui, inébranlables. ¹⁵ Son cœur est dur comme la pierre, Dur comme la meule inférieure. ¹⁶ Quand il se lève, les plus vaillants ont peur, Et l'épouvante les fait fuir. ¹⁷ C'est en vain qu'on l'attaque avec l'épée; La lance, le javelot, la cuirasse, ne servent à rien. ¹⁸ Il regarde le fer comme de la paille, L'airain comme du bois pourri. ¹⁹ La flèche ne le met pas en fuite, Les pierres de la fronde sont pour lui du chaume. ²⁰ Il ne voit dans la massue qu'un brin de paille, Il rit au sifflement des dards. ²¹ Sous son ventre sont des pointes aiguës: On dirait une herse qu'il étend sur le limon. ²² Il fait bouillir le fond de la mer comme une chaudière, Il l'agite comme un vase rempli de parfum. ²³ Il laisse après lui un sentier lumineux; L'abîme prend l'aspect de la chevelure d'un vieillard. ²⁴ Sur la terre nul n'est son maître; Il a été créé pour ne rien craindre. ²⁵ Il regarde avec dédain tout ce qui est élevé, Il est le roi des plus fiers animaux.