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

Look at Behemoth, which I made along with you. He feeds on grass like an ox.

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

See the strength of his loins and the power in the muscles of his belly.

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

His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.

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

His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.

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

He is the foremost of God’s works; only his Maker can draw the sword against him.

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

The hills yield him their produce, while all the beasts of the field play nearby.

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

He lies under the lotus plants, hidden among the reeds of the marsh.

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

The lotus plants conceal him in their shade; the willows of the brook surround him.

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

Though the river rages, Behemoth is unafraid; he remains secure, though the Jordan surges to his mouth.

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

Can anyone capture him as he looks on, or pierce his nose with a snare?