His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs1 like rods of iron.219
He ranks first among the works of God,3 yet his Maker4 can approach him with his sword.520
The hills bring him their produce,6 and all the wild animals play7 nearby.821
Under the lotus plants he lies, hidden among the reeds9 in the marsh.1022
The lotuses conceal him in their shadow; the poplars by the stream11 surround him.
When the river rages,12 he is not alarmed; he is secure, though the Jordan13 should surge against his mouth.
Can anyone capture him by the eyes,a or trap him and pierce his nose?14