Job, 41

1. ¡Sería vana tu esperanza porque su vista sola aterra!

1. "Can you draw out Levi'athan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

2. No hay audaz que lo despierte, ¿y quién podrá resistir ante él?

2. Can you put a rope in his nose, or pierce his jaw with a hook?

3. ¿Quién le hizo frente y quedó salvo? ¡Ninguno bajo la capa de los cielos!

3. Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak to you soft words?

4. Mencionaré también sus miembros, hablaré de su fuerza incomparable.

4. Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant for ever?

5. ¿Quién rasgó la delantera de su túnica y penetró en su coraza doble?

5. Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on leash for your maidens?

6. ¿Quién abrió las hojas de sus fauces? ¡Reina el terror entre sus dientes!

6. Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?

7. Su dorso son hileras de escudos, que cierra un sello de piedra.

7. Can you fill his skin with harpoons, or his head with fishing spears?

8. Están apretados uno a otro, y ni un soplo puede pasar entre ellos.

8. Lay hands on him; think of the battle; you will not do it again!

9. Están pegados entre sí y quedan unidos sin fisura.

9. Behold, the hope of a man is disappointed; he is laid low even at the sight of him.

10. Echa luz su estornudo, sus ojos son como los párpados de la aurora.

10. No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he that can stand before me?

11. Salen antorchas de sus fauces, chispas de fuego saltan.

11. Who has given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.

12. De sus narices sale humo, como de un caldero que hierve junto al fuego.

12. "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.

13. Su soplo enciende carbones, una llama sale de su boca.

13. Who can strip off his outer garment? Who can penetrate his double coat of mail?

14. En su cuello se asienta la fuerza, y ante él cunde el espanto.

14. Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

15. Son compactas las papadas de su carne: están pegadas a ella, inseparables.

15. His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.

16. Su corazón es duro como roca, resistente como piedra de molino.

16. One is so near to another that no air can come between them.

17. Cuando se yergue, se amedrentan las olas, y las ondas del mar se retiran.

17. They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.

18. Le alcanza la espada sin clavarse, lo mismo la lanza, jabalina o dardo.

18. His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

19. Para él e hierro es sólo paja, el bronce, madera carcomida.

19. Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth.

20. No le ahuyentan los disparos del arco, cual polvillo le llegan las piedras de la honda.

20. Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

21. Una paja le parece la maza, se ríe del venablo que silba.

21. His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth.

22. Debajo de él tejas puntiagudas: un trillo que va pasando por el lodo.

22. In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.

23. Hace del abismo una olla borbotante, cambia el mar en pebetero.

23. The folds of his flesh cleave together, firmly cast upon him and immovable.

24. Deja tras sí una estela luminosa, el abismo diríase una melena blanca.

24. His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the nether millstone.

25. No hay en la tierra semejante a él, que ha sido hecho intrépido.

25. When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.

26. Mira a la cara a los más altos, es rey de todos los hijos del orgullo.

26. Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail; nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

27.

27. He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.

28.

28. The arrow cannot make him flee; for him slingstones are turned to stubble.

29.

29. Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins.

30.

30. His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

31.

31. He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32.

32. Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be hoary.

33.

33. Upon earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.

34.

34. He beholds everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride."