23
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
24
His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].
25
When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
26
If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
27
He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28
The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29
Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30
His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
31
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment;
32
He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.
33
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.