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His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the nether millstone.
25
When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.
26
Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail; nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
27
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28
The arrow cannot make him flee; for him slingstones are turned to stubble.
29
Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins.
30
His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31
He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be hoary.
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Upon earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.
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He beholds everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride."