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.
24. Shall any take him when he is on the watch, Or pierce through his nose with a snare?