I will not fail to speak of his limbs, his strength and his graceful form.

Who dares open the doors of his mouth, ringed about with his fearsome teeth?

They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted.

His snorting throws out flashes of light; his eyes are like the rays of dawn.

Strength resides in his neck; dismay goes before him.

When he rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before his thrashing.

Behind him he leaves a glistening wake; one would think the deep had white hair.

Nothing on earth is his equal— a creature without fear.

He looks down on all that are haughty; he is king over all that are proud.