Who can open the doors of his mighty face?Around his teeth there is terrorHis back is made of shieldsShut up so tightly and sealedOne is so near to the nextNo air can come betweenHis sneezings flash forth lightAnd his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawnHis bones are tubes of bronzeHis limbs like bars of ironOut of his mouth go torchesSparks of fire leap forthThere’s none that’s like himOut of his nostrils pour forth smokeAs from a boiling pot and burning rushesHis breath kindles coals, and pours forth smokeA flame comes from his mouthIn his neck he abides strengthThere’s none that’s like himOn earth there is nothing like himA creature that is without fearAnd terror dances before himHis heart is hard as the lower millstoneWhen he raises himself up, the mighty are afraidBehold BehemothAt the thrashing of his tail they are beside themselvesBehold BehemothHe laughs at the rattle of javelinsThough the sword reaches him, it does not availHe counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten woodThe arrow can’t make him flee his groundOn earth there is none like himGod alone poses threatWhen he raises himself up, the mighty are afraidBehold BehemothAt the thrashing of his tail they are beside themselvesBehold BehemothI declared a war, the day my side was piercedI dragged him by snout down to hellAnd on the third day, I pronounced the beast deadI abolished his authorityBehold the VictorBehold Redeemer