Job 41

hen-tokhalto nikhzavah hagam el-marayw yutal

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

lo-akhzar ki ye'urennu umi hu lefanay yityatsav

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

mi hiqdimani va'ashallem takhat kol-hashamayim li-hu

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

(l) [lo-]akharish baddayw udevar-gevurot vekhin erko

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

mi-gillah pene levusho bekhefel risno mi yavo

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

dalte fanayw mi fitteakh sevivot shinnayw emah

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

ga'avah afiqe maginnim sagur khotam tsar

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

ekhad be'ekhad yiggashu veruakh lo-yavo venehem

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

ish-be'akhihu yedubbaqu yitlakkedu velo yitparadu

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

atishotayw tahel or ve'enayw ke'afappe-shakhar

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

mippiv lappidim yahalokhu kidode esh yitmallatu

Firebrands stream from its mouth; Fiery sparks escape.

minnekhirayw yetse ashan kedud nafuakh ve'agmon

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

nafsho gekhalim telahet velahav mippiv yetse

Its breath ignites coals; Flames blaze from its mouth.

betsavvaro yalin oz ulefanayw taduts de'avah

Strength resides in its neck; Power leaps before it.

mappele vesaro davequ yatsuq alayw bal-yimmot

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

libbo yatsuq kemo-aven veyatsuq kefelakh takhtit

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

misseto yaguru elim mishevarim yitkhatta'u

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

massigehu kherev beli taqum khanit massa veshiryah

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

yakhshov leteven barzel le'ets riqqavon nekhushah

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

lo-yavrikhennu ven-qashet leqash nehpekhu-lo avne-qala

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

keqash nekhshevu totakh veyiskhaq lera'ash kidon

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

takhtayw khaddude khares yirpad kharuts ale-tit

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

yartiakh kassir metsulah yam yasim kammerqakhah

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

akharayw ya'ir nativ yakhshov tehom lesevah

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

en-al-afar moshlo he'asu livli-khat

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

et-kol-gavoah yireh hu melekh al-kol-bene-shakhats

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