22
Strength resides in his neck, and dismay dances before him.
23
The folds of his flesh are joined together, solid as metal and immovable.
24
His heart is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!
25
When Leviathan rises, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw because of [his] thrashing.
26
The sword that reaches him will have no effect, nor will a spear, dart, or arrow.
27
He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28
No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like stubble to him.
29
A club is regarded as stubble, and he laughs at the whirring of a javelin.
30
His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading the mud like a threshing sledge.
31
He makes the depths seethe like a caldron; he makes the sea like an ointment jar.
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He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!