41:22 Strength lodges in its neck,
and despair 1 runs before it.
41:23 The folds 2 of its flesh are tightly joined;
they are firm on it, immovable. 3
41:24 Its heart 4 is hard as rock,
hard as a lower millstone.
41:25 When it rises up, the mighty are terrified,
at its thrashing about they withdraw. 5
41:26 Whoever strikes it with a sword 6
will have no effect, 7
nor with the spear, arrow, or dart.
41:27 It regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
41:28 Arrows 8 do not make it flee;
slingstones become like chaff to it.
41:29 A club is counted 9 as a piece of straw;
it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
41:30 Its underparts 10 are the sharp points of potsherds,
it leaves its mark in the mud
like a threshing sledge. 11
41:31 It makes the deep boil like a cauldron
and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment, 12
41:32 It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
one would think the deep had a head of white hair.
41:33 The likes of it is not on earth,
a creature 13 without fear.
41:34 It looks on every haughty being;
it is king over all that are proud.” 14