Behold, the Hope of Man is false.
He is laid low even at the Sight of Him.
No One is so Fierce that He dares to stir Him up.
Who then is He who can stand before Me?
Who can strip off his outer Garment?
Who would come near Him with a Bridle?
Who can open the Doors of his Face?
Around his Teeth is Terror.
His back is made of Rows of Shields,
shut up closely as with a Seal.
One is so near to another that no Air
can come between Them.
They are joined one to another;
They clasp each other and cannot
be separated.
His Breath kindles Coals,
and a Flame comes forth from his Mouth.
His Heart is hard as a Stone.
On Earth there is not his like,
a Creature without Fear.
He sees Everything that is high;
He is King over all the Sons of Pride.
Leviathan is the Under Water Master