14Then will I also confess of thee

That thine own right hand can save thee.

15Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee;

He eateth grass as an ox.

16Lo now, his strength is in his loins,

And his force is in the muscles of his belly.

17He moveth his tail like a cedar:

The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

18His bones are as tubes of brass;

His limbs are like bars of iron.

19He is the chief of the ways of God:

He only that made him giveth him his sword.

20Surely the mountains bring him forth food,

Where all the beasts of the field do play.

21He lieth under the lotus-trees,

In the covert of the reed, and the fen.

22The lotus-trees cover him with their shade;

The willows of the brook compass him about.

23Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not;

He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth.

24Shall any take him when he is on the watch,

Or pierce through his nose with a snare?