The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
His chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.125
When he rises up, the mighty are terrified;2 they retreat before his thrashing.326
The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.4527
Iron he treats like straw6 and bronze like rotten wood.
Arrows do not make him flee;7 slingstones are like chaff to him.
A club seems to him but a piece of straw;8 he laughs9 at the rattling of the lance.
His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.10