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His bones are like beams of bronze, His ribs like bars of iron.
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He is the first of the ways of God; Only He who made him can bring near His sword.
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Surely the mountains yield food for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
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He lies under the lotus trees, In a covert of reeds and marsh.
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The lotus trees cover him with their shade; The willows by the brook surround him.
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Indeed the river may rage, Yet he is not disturbed; He is confident, though the Jordan gushes into his mouth,
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Though he takes it in his eyes, Or one pierces his nose with a snare.