22
In its neck abides strength, and terror dances before it.
23
The folds of its flesh cling together; it is firmly cast and immovable.
24
Its heart is as hard as stone, as hard as the lower millstone.
25
When it raises itself up the gods are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.
26
Though the sword reaches it, it does not avail, nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
27
It counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28
The arrow cannot make it flee; slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff.
29
Clubs are counted as chaff; it laughs at the rattle of javelins.
30
Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31
It makes the deep boil like a pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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It leaves a shining wake behind it; one would think the deep to be white-haired.