22
"Strength resides in his neck, and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
23
The layers of his flesh stick together; they are firm on him, immovable.
24
His heart is as hard as a stone, yes, hard as a lower millstone.
25
When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid, beside themselves in despair.
26
"If a sword touches him, it won't stick; neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
27
He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
28
An arrow can't make him flee; for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
29
Clubs count as hay, and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
30
His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery, so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.
31
"He makes the depths seethe like a pot, he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
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He leaves a shining wake behind him, making the deep seem to have white hair.