For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
`And thou, take to thyself of all food that is eaten; and thou hast gathered unto thyself, and it hath been to thee and to them for food.'
Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.