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From his mouth go fiery torches, and sparks come flying out.
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His nostrils belch steam like a caldron boiling on the fire.
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His breath sets coals ablaze; flames pour from his mouth.
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"Strength resides in his neck, and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
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The layers of his flesh stick together; they are firm on him, immovable.
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His heart is as hard as a stone, yes, hard as a lower millstone.
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When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid, beside themselves in despair.
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"If a sword touches him, it won't stick; neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
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He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
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An arrow can't make him flee; for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
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Clubs count as hay, and he laughs at a quivering javelin.