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 giveth him his sword.
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.
22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about.
23 Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth.
