18 His bones are tubes of bronze; His limbs like rods of iron.
19 He is first among the ways of God, Let his Maker draw near with His sword!
20 For the mountains bring him food, and all the wild animals play there.
21 Under the lotus plants he lies down, in the secrecy of the reeds and marsh.
22 The lotuses conceal him in their shade; the willows of the brook surround him.
23 If the river rages, he is not alarmed. He is secure, even though the Jordan surges against his mouth.
24 Can anyone capture it by its eyes, or pierce his nose with hooks?