1None is so fierce that dare stir him up. Who is he then that can stand before me?
2Who hath prevented me that I should make an end? All under heaven is mine.
3I will not keep silence concerning his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
4Who can discover the face of his garment? or who shall come to him with a double bridle?
5Who shall open the doors of his face? his teeth are fearful round about.
6The majesty of his scales is like strong shields, and are sure sealed.
7One is set to another, that no wind can come between them.
8One is joined to another: they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
9His sneezings make the light to shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
10Out of his mouth go lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
11Out of his nostrils cometh out smoke, as out of a boiling pot or caldron.
12His breath maketh the coals burn: for a flame goeth out of his mouth.
13In his neck remaineth strength, and labor is rejected before his face.
14The members of his body are joined: they are strong in themselves, and cannot be moved.
15His heart is as strong as a stone, and as hard as the nether millstone.
16The mighty are afraid of his majesty, and for fear they faint in themselves.
17When the sword doth touch him, he will not rise up, nor for the spear, dart nor habergeon.
18He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
19The archer cannot make him flee: the stones of the sling are turneth into stubble unto him.
20The darts are counted as straw: and he laugheth at the shaking of the spear.
21Sharp stones are under him, and he spreadeth sharp things upon the mire.
22He maketh the depth to boil like a pot, and maketh the Sea like a pot of ointment.
23He maketh a path to shine after him, one would think the depth as an hoar head.
24In the earth there is none like him: he is made without fear.
25He beholdeth all high things: he is a King over all the children of pride.