Look at Behemoth,
which I made along with you.
He eats grass like an ox.

The Lord answered Job:

I am so insignificant. How can I answer You?
I place my hand over my mouth.

Do you have an arm like God’s?
Can you thunder with a voice like His?

Will the one who contends with the Almighty correct Him?
Let him who argues with God give an answer.

Then the Lord answered Job from the whirlwind:

Unleash your raging anger;
look on every proud person and humiliate him.

Would you really challenge My justice?
Would you declare Me guilty to justify yourself?

He stiffens his tail like a cedar tree;
the tendons of his thighs are woven firmly together.

Adorn yourself with majesty and splendor,
and clothe yourself with honor and glory.

He is the foremost of God’s works;
only his Maker can draw the sword against him.

Look on every proud person and humble him;
trample the wicked where they stand.

Then Job answered the Lord:

His bones are bronze tubes;
his limbs are like iron rods.

Get ready to answer Me like a man;
When I question you, you will inform Me.

He lies under the lotus plants,
hiding in the protection of marshy reeds.

Then I will confess to you
that your own right hand can deliver you.

Look at the strength of his loins
and the power in the muscles of his belly.

I have spoken once, and I will not reply;
twice, but now I can add nothing.

The hills yield food for him,
while all sorts of wild animals play there.

Hide them together in the dust;
imprison them in the grave.

Though the river rages, Behemoth is unafraid;
he remains confident, even if the Jordan surges up to his mouth.

Lotus plants cover him with their shade;
the willows by the brook surround him.

Can anyone capture him while he looks on,
or pierce his nose with snares?

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