11. Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.
12. See every proud one--humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place.
13. Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.
14. And even I--I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.
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.