22
Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
23
The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.
24
His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.
25
When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.
26
The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
27
Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
28
The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
29
A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
30
Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
31
The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
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After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.