40:15Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.

40:16Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.

40:17He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapped together.

40:18His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.

40:19He is the chief of the ways of God: he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.

40:20Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.

40:21He lieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.

40:22The shady trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about.

40:23Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.

40:24He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pierceth through snares.