Then wilt I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee
Hide them in the dust together; Bind their faces in the hidden place.
Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; He eateth grass as all ox.
For they gat not the land in possession by their own sword, Neither did their own arm save them: But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, Because thou hadst a favour unto them.
For I will not trust in my bow, Neither shall my sword save me.
He giveth power to the faint; and to him that hath no might he increaseth strength.
For while we were yet weak, in due season Christ died for the ungodly.