Reign

Who can open the doors of his mighty face?
Around his teeth there is terror
His back is made of shields
Shut up so tightly and sealed
One is so near to the next
No air can come between

His sneezings flash forth light
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn
His bones are tubes of bronze
His limbs like bars of iron
Out of his mouth go torches
Sparks of fire leap forth

There’s none that’s like him

Out of his nostrils pour forth smoke
As from a boiling pot and burning rushes

His breath kindles coals, and pours forth smoke
A flame comes from his mouth
In his neck he abides strength

There’s none that’s like him
On earth there is nothing like him
A creature that is without fear
And terror dances before him
His heart is hard as the lower millstone

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid
Behold Behemoth
At the thrashing of his tail they are beside themselves
Behold Behemoth

He laughs at the rattle of javelins
Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood
The arrow can’t make him flee his ground

On earth there is none like him
God alone poses threat

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid
Behold Behemoth
At the thrashing of his tail they are beside themselves
Behold Behemoth

I declared a war, the day my side was pierced
I dragged him by snout down to hell
And on the third day, I pronounced the beast dead
I abolished his authority

Behold the Victor
Behold Redeemer