14. Then wilt I also confess of thee that thine own right hand can save thee.
15. Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as all ox.
16. Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the muscles of his belly.
17. He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his thighs are knit together.
18. His bones are as tubes of brass; his limbs are like bars of iron.
19. He is the chief of the ways of God: he only that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.
20. Surely the mountains bring him forth food; where all the beasts of the field do play.
21. He lieth under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the fen.