*See now, behemot, which I made as well as you. He eats grass as an ox.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
Then I will also admit to you that your own right hand can save you.
Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.
He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.
Surely the mountains produce food for him, where all the animals of the field play.
He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food out of the earth: