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7Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
8If ever you lift your hand against him, think of the struggle that awaits you, and stop!
9Anyone who tackles him has no hope of success, but is overcome at the very sight of him.
10How fierce he is when roused! Who is able to stand up to him?
11Who has ever attacked him and come out of it safely? No one under the wide heaven.
12I shall not pass over in silence his limbs, his prowess, and the grace of his proportions.
13Who has ever stripped off his outer garment or penetrated his doublet of hide?
14Who has ever prised open the portals of his face where terror lies in the circuits of his teeth?
15His back is row upon row of shields, enclosed in a wall of flints;
16one presses so close on the next that no air can pass between them,
17each so firmly clamped to its neighbour that they hold and cannot be parted.
18His sneezing sends out sprays of light, and his eyes gleam like the shimmer of dawn.
19Firebrands shoot from his mouth, and sparks come flying out;
20his nostrils gush forth steam like a cauldron on a fire fanned to full heat.
21His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames issue from his mouth.
22Strength resides in his neck, and dismay dances ahead of him.
23Close-knit is his underbelly, no pressure will make it yield.
24His heart is firm as a rock, firm as the nether millstone.
25When he rears up, strong men are afraid, panic-stricken at the lashings of his tail.
26Sword or spear, dart or javelin may touch him, but all without effect.
27Iron he counts as straw, and bronze as rotted wood.
28No arrow can pierce him, and for him sling-stones are so much chaff;
29to him a cudgel is but a reed, and he laughs at the swish of the sabre.
30Armoured beneath with jagged sherds, he sprawls on the mud like a threshing-sledge.
31He makes the deep water boil like a cauldron, he churns up the lake like ointment in a mixing bowl.
32He leaves a shining trail behind him, and in his wake the great river is like white hair.
33He has no equal on earth, a creature utterly fearless.
34He looks down on all, even the highest; over all proud beasts he is king.