22. In his neck abides strength,and terror dances before him.
23. The folds of his flesh stick together,firmly cast on him and immovable.
24. His heart is hard as a stone,hard as the lower millstone.
25. When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid;at the crashing they are beside themselves.
26. Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail,nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
27. He counts iron as straw,and bronze as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee;for him sling stones are turned to stubble.
29. Clubs are counted as stubble;he laughs at the rattle of javelins.