11 Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger; And look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.
12 Look on every one that is proud, `and' bring him low; And tread down the wicked where they stand.
13 Hide them in the dust together; Bind their faces in the hidden `place'.
14 Then will I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee.
15 Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox.
16 Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly.
17 He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
18 His bones are `as' tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.
19 He is the chief of the ways of God: He `only' that made him giveth him his sword.
20 Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.