17 He stiffens his tail like a cedar;the tendons in his thighs are tightly woven.
18 His bones are like bronze tubes,his limbs like iron bars.
19 He is the first of God’s acts;only his maker can come near him with a sword.
20 Indeed, the hills bring him tribute,places where all the wild animals play.
21 He lies under the lotuses,under the cover of reed and marsh.
22 The lotuses screen him with shade;poplars of the stream surround him.
23 If the river surges, he doesn’t hurry;he is confident even though the Jordan gushes into his mouth.