To him the mountains bring forth grass: there all the beasts of the field shall play.
He suffered no man to hurt them: and he reproved kings for their sakes.
Canst thou draw out the leviathan with a hook? Or canst thou tie his tongue with a cord?
He looketh round about the mountains of his pasture, and seeketh for every green thing.
He is the beginning of the ways of God, who made him: he will apply his sword.
He sleepeth under the shadow, in the covert of the reed, and in moist places.
In his eyes as with a hook he shall take him, and bore through his nostrils with stakes.