Bible Verses About Leviathan

The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear--dart--and lance.

He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

Every high thing he doth see, He is king over all sons of pride.