Big Problems
Richard Newton Sherrer 1951 (Easton)
The behemoth in which God made,
He is eating grass like an ox;
His size making him not afraid,
The ground shakes wherever he walks.
Behold the strength within his loins,
Likewise power in his muscles;
Such mightiness where each joint joins,
Having great speed when he hustles.
He makes his tail stiff as steel,
And his thighs are knit together;
A fortress that they do reveal,
Even stronger as they gather.
His bones the same as tubes of bronze,
His limbs are like bars of iron;
Waking up when the new day dawns,
The location where they sojourn.
He is the first creature of God,
Let Him who made bring near His sword;
Such a creation as to laud,
For becoming His own reward.
For the mountains yielding his food,
Where all of the wild beasts play;
Well manner and good attitude,
With no thoughts of going astray.
Under the lotus plants he lies,
Sheltered by reeds and shady trees;
Vigilant as seen through His eyes,
Faithful to what the Lord decrees.
Lotus trees cover him for shade,
The willows of the brook surround;
He will never to be afraid,
When hearing a distressing sound.
No fear from a troubled river,
No piercing his nose with a snare;
When if cold he will not shiver,
No other creature can compare.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
About this poem
The Description of Behemoth Job 40:15–24
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Written on July 10, 2021
Submitted by richards.77936 on July 09, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | ABAX BCXC DEDE XFXF XGXG HIHI JKJK ALAL EMEM E |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,214 |
Words | 227 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1 |
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