18. His bones are like beams of bronze,His ribs like bars of iron.
19. He is the first of the ways of God;Only He who made him can bring near His sword.
20. Surely the mountains yield food for him,And all the beasts of the field play there.
21. He lies under the lotus trees,In a covert of reeds and marsh.
22. The lotus trees cover him with their shade;The willows by the brook surround him.
23. Indeed the river may rage,Yet he is not disturbed;He is confident, though the Jordan gushes into his mouth,
24. Though he takes it in his eyes,Or one pierces his nose with a snare.