18 His bones 'are' tubes of brass, His bones 'are' as a bar of iron.
19 He 'is' a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
20 For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
21 Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
22 Cover him do shades, 'with' their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.
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