21
Its breath kindles charcoal, and a flame comes from its mouth.
22
"Strength abides in its neck, and dismay dances {before it}.
23
Its flesh's folds of skin cling together; it is cast on it--it will not be moved.
24
Its heart is cast as stone; yes, it is cast as [the] lower millstone.
25
{When it raises itself}, [the] mighty ones are terrified; they retreat because of its thrashing.
26
Reaching it [with the] sword does not avail, [nor] [with the] spear, [the] dart, or [the] javelin.
27
It regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28
{An arrow} will not make it flee; sling stones are turned to stubble for it.
29
Clubs are regarded as stubble, and it laughs at [the] short sword's rattle.
30
"Its underparts [are] shards of a potsherd; it moves over mud [like] a threshing sledge.
31
It makes [the] deep boil like a cooking pot; it makes [the] sea like a pot of ointment.