15 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 He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
18 His bones [are] tubes of brass, His bones [are] as a bar of iron.
19 He [is] a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
20 For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
21 Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
