איוב מא

See, any hope [of capturing] it must be disappointed;
One is prostrated by the very sight of it.

There is no one so fierce as to rouse it;
Who then can stand up to Me?

Whoever confronts Me I will requite,
For everything under the heavens is Mine.

I will not be silent concerning it
Or the praise of its martial exploits.

Who can uncover its outer garment?
Who can penetrate the folds of its jowls?

Who can pry open the doors of its face?
Its bared teeth strike terror.

Its protective scales are its pride,
Locked with a binding seal.

One scale touches the other;
Not even a breath can enter between them.

Each clings to each;
They are interlocked so they cannot be parted.

Its sneezings flash lightning,
And its eyes are like the glimmerings of dawn.

Firebrands stream from its mouth;
Fiery sparks escape.

Out of its nostrils comes smoke
As from a steaming, boiling cauldron.

Its breath ignites coals;
Flames blaze from its mouth.

Strength resides in its neck;
Power leaps before it.

The layers of its flesh stick together;
It is as though cast hard; it does not totter.

Its heart is cast hard as a stone,
Hard as the nether millstone.

Divine beings are in dread as it rears up;
As it crashes down, they cringe.

No sword that overtakes it can prevail,
Nor spear, nor missile, nor lance.

It regards iron as straw,
Bronze, as rotted wood.

No arrow can put it to flight;
Slingstones turn into stubble for it.

Clubs are regarded as stubble;
It scoffs at the quivering javelin.

Its underpart is jagged shards;
It spreads a threshing-sledge on the mud.

It makes the depths seethe like a cauldron;
It makes the sea [boil] like an ointment-pot.

Its wake is a luminous path;
It makes the deep seem white-haired.

There is no one on land who can dominate it,
Made as it is without fear.

It sees all that is haughty;
It reigns over all proud beasts.