Introduction

Can you draw out leviathan with a fish hook or press down his tongue with a cord? Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears? Lay your hands on him, remember the battle. You will not do it again. Behold, the hope of a man is false. He is laid low even at the sight of him. His sneezings flash forth light. And his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. Out of his mouth go flaming torches. Sparks of fire leap forth. From his nostrils comes forth smoke as from a boiling pot, and burning rushes