20
Out of his nostrils issueth smoke, as [out] of a seething pot or caldron.
21
His breath kindleth coals, and a flame issueth from his mouth.
22
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
23
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
24
His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether [millstone].
25
When he raiseth himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
26
The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27
He esteemeth iron as straw, [and] brass as rotten wood.
28
The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
29
Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
30
Sharp stones [are] under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.