40:12 Look at every proud man and abase him;
crush the wicked on the spot!
40:13 Hide them in the dust
imprison
40:14 Then I myself will acknowledge
that your own right hand can save you.
40:15 “Look now at Behemoth,
it eats grass like the ox.
40:16 Look
and its power in the muscles of its belly.
40:17 It makes its tail stiff
the sinews of its thighs are tightly wound.
40:18 Its bones are tubes of bronze,
its limbs like bars of iron.
40:19 It ranks first among the works of God,
the One who made it
has furnished it with a sword.
40:20 For the hills bring it food,
where all the wild animals play.
40:21 Under the lotus trees it lies,
in the secrecy of the reeds and the marsh.
40:22 The lotus trees conceal it in their
the poplars by the stream conceal it.
40:23 If the river rages,
it is secure,
should surge up to its mouth.
40:24 Can anyone catch it by its eyes,
or pierce its nose with a snare?