He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
And God prepareth the great monsters, and every living creature that is creeping, which the waters have teemed with, after their kind, and every fowl with wing, after its kind, and God seeth that `it is' good.
Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.