Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; He eateth grass as all ox.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
Then wilt I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee
Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly.
He is the chief of the ways of God: He only that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.
Surely the mountains bring him forth food; Where all the beasts of the field do play.
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, And herb for the service of man; That he may bring forth food out of the earth: