His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
He `is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
From my knowing that thou art obstinate, And a sinew of iron thy neck, And thy forehead brass,