17 He carries his tail like a cedar;the sinews of his thighs are like cables.
18 His bones are like tubes of bronze;his limbs are like iron rods.
19 He is the first of God’s ways,only his maker can approach him with a sword.
20 For the mountains bring him produce,and all wild animals make sport there.
21 Under lotus trees he lies,in coverts of the reedy swamp.
22 The lotus trees cover him with their shade;all about him are the poplars in the wadi.
23 If the river grows violent, he is not disturbed;he is tranquil though the Jordan surges about his mouth.