Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee;\par\tab He eateth grass as an ox.
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle,\par\tab And herb for the service of man;\par\tab That he may bring forth food out of the earth,
Surely the mountains bring him forth food,\par\tab Where all the beasts of the field do play.
The range of the mountains is his pasture,\par\tab And he searcheth after every green thing.
Then will I also confess of thee\par\tab That thine own right hand can save thee.\par
Lo now, his strength is in his loins,\par\tab And his force is in the muscles of his belly.
He is the chief of the ways of God:\par\tab He {\i only} that made him giveth him his sword.