"Behold now, Behemoth, which 1I made as well as you; He eats grass like an ox.
"Behold now, his strength in his loins And his power in the muscles of his belly.
"He bends his tail like a cedar; The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
"His bones are tubes of bronze; His limbs are like bars of iron.
"He is the 2first of the ways of God; Let his 3maker bring near his sword.
"Surely the mountains 4bring him food, And all the beasts of the field 5play there.
"Under the lotus plants he lies down, In the covert of the reeds and the marsh.
"The lotus plants cover him with shade; The willows of the brook surround him.
"If a river rages, he is not alarmed; He is confident, though the 6Jordan rushes to his mouth.
"Can anyone capture him when he is on watch, With barbs can anyone pierce his nose?