look at every proud1 man and humble him,2 crush3 the wicked where they stand.
Bury them all in the dust together;4 shroud their faces in the grave.514
Then I myself will admit to you that your own right hand can save you.615
"Look at the behemoth,a which I made7 along with you and which feeds on grass like an ox.816
What strength9 he has in his loins, what power in the muscles of his belly!1017
His tailb sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are close-knit.1118
His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs12 like rods of iron.1319
He ranks first among the works of God,14 yet his Maker15 can approach him with his sword.1620
The hills bring him their produce,17 and all the wild animals play18 nearby.1921
Under the lotus plants he lies, hidden among the reeds20 in the marsh.2122
The lotuses conceal him in their shadow; the poplars by the stream22 surround him.