He is the first of the ways of God; Only He who made him can bring near His sword.
By His Spirit He adorned the heavens; His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.
“Look now at the behemoth, which I made along with you; He eats grass like an ox.
His bones are like beams of bronze, His ribs like bars of iron.
On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.
O Lord, how manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all. The earth is full of Your possessions—
If he does not turn back, He will sharpen His sword; He bends His bow and makes it ready.
In that day the Lord with His severe sword, great and strong, Will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent, Leviathan that twisted serpent; And He will slay the reptile that is in the sea.