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¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

class="poetry">

¹ ⁽⁹⁾"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
² ⁽¹⁰⁾No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
³ ⁽¹¹⁾Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

⁴ ⁽¹²⁾"I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
⁵ ⁽¹³⁾Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
⁶ ⁽¹⁴⁾Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

⁷ ⁽¹⁵⁾"His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
⁸ ⁽¹⁶⁾one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
⁹ ⁽¹⁷⁾they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

¹⁰ ⁽¹⁸⁾"When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
¹¹ ⁽¹⁹⁾From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
¹² ⁽²⁰⁾His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
¹³ ⁽²¹⁾His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
¹⁴ ⁽²²⁾"Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
¹⁵ ⁽²³⁾The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ ⁽²⁴⁾His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
¹⁷ ⁽²⁵⁾When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

¹⁸ ⁽²⁶⁾"If a sword touches him, it won't stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
¹⁹ ⁽²⁷⁾He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ ⁽²⁸⁾An arrow can't make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
²¹ ⁽²⁹⁾Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
²² ⁽³⁰⁾His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

²³ ⁽³¹⁾"He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
²⁴ ⁽³²⁾He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

²⁵ ⁽³³⁾"On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
²⁶ ⁽³⁴⁾He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts."

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