17 He moves his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
18 His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
19 He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.
20 Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the animals of the field do play.
21 He lies under the lotus-trees, In the covert of the reed, and the marsh.
22 The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.
23 Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn`t tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.
