He is the beginning of the ways of Ěl. His Maker brings near His sword.
By His Spirit He adorned the heavens. His hand whirled the fleeing serpent.
See now, Behĕmoth, which I made along with you – he eats grass like an ox.
His bones are like tubes of bronze, his ribs like bars of iron.
No one on earth is like him – one made without fear.
O יהוה, how many have been Your works! You have made all of them in wisdom. The earth is filled with Your possessions.
If one does not repent! He sharpens His sword, He bends His bow and makes it ready,
In that day יהוה with His severe sword, great and strong, punishes Liwiathan the fleeing serpent, Liwiathan that twisted serpent. And He shall kill the monster that is in the sea.