^{15 Ref} Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.

¹⁶ Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.

^{17 Ref} He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,

^{18 Ref} His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.

^{19 Ref} He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;

^{20 Ref} For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

^{21 Ref} Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

^{22 Ref} Cover him do shades, `with' their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.

^{23 Ref} Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.

^{24 Ref} Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?