His bones are like beams of bronze, His ribs like bars of iron.
He moves his tail like a cedar; The sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.
He is the first of the ways of God; Only He who made him can bring near His sword.
Am I a sea, or a sea serpent, That You set a guard over me?
Because I knew that you were obstinate, And your neck was an iron sinew, And your brow bronze,