1: "Or can you pull in the sea beast, Leviathan, with a fly rod and stuff him in your creel?
2: Can you lasso him with a rope, or snag him with an anchor?
3: Will he beg you over and over for mercy, or flatter you with flowery speech?
4: Will he apply for a job with you to run errands and serve you the rest of your life?
5: Will you play with him as if he were a pet goldfish? Will you make him the mascot of the neighborhood children?
6: Will you put him on display in the market and have shoppers haggle over the price?
7: Could you shoot him full of arrows like a pin cushion, or drive harpoons into his huge head?
8: If you so much as lay a hand on him, you won't live to tell the story.
9: What hope would you have with such a creature? Why, one look at him would do you in!
10: If you can't hold your own against his glowering visage, how, then, do you expect to stand up to me?
11: Who could confront me and get by with it? I'm in charge of all this--I run this universe!
12: "But I've more to say about Leviathan, the sea beast, his enormous bulk, his beautiful shape.
13: Who would even dream of piercing that tough skin or putting those jaws into bit and bridle?
14: And who would dare knock at the door of his mouth filled with row upon row of fierce teeth?
15: His pride is invincible; nothing can make a dent in that pride.
16: Nothing can get through that proud skin--impervious to weapons and weather,
17: The thickest and toughest of hides, impenetrable!
18: "He snorts and the world lights up with fire, he blinks and the dawn breaks.
19: Comets pour out of his mouth, fireworks arc and branch.
20: Smoke erupts from his nostrils like steam from a boiling pot.
21: He blows and fires blaze; flames of fire stream from his mouth.
22: All muscle he is--sheer and seamless muscle. To meet him is to dance with death.
23: Sinewy and lithe, there's not a soft spot in his entire body--
24: As tough inside as out, rock-hard, invulnerable.
25: Even angels run for cover when he surfaces, cowering before his tail-thrashing turbulence.
26: Javelins bounce harmlessly off his hide, harpoons ricochet wildly.
27: Iron bars are so much straw to him, bronze weapons beneath notice.
28: Arrows don't even make him blink; bullets make no more impression than raindrops.
29: A battle ax is nothing but a splinter of kindling; he treats a brandished harpoon as a joke.
30: His belly is armor-plated, inexorable--unstoppable as a barge.
31: He roils deep ocean the way you'd boil water, he whips the sea like you'd whip an egg into batter.
32: With a luminous trail stretching out behind him, you might think Ocean had grown a gray beard!
33: There's nothing on this earth quite like him, not an ounce of fear in that creature!
34: He surveys all the high and mighty--king of the ocean, king of the deep!" Job Worships God I Babbled On About Things Far Beyond Me