Limbs

It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.

His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.

I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.

When its limbs are dry, they are broken off. Women come and use them for kindling; for this is a people without understanding. Therefore their Maker has no compassion on them, and their Creator shows them no favor.

It was beautiful in its greatness, in the length of its limbs, for its roots extended to abundant waters.