18. By his sneezings a light flashes, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19. Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
20. Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a boiling pot or caldron.
21. His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22. In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into dancing before him.
23. The folds of his flesh are joined together: they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
24. His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
25. When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26. The sword of him that reaches him cannot avail: neither the spear, the dart, nor the javelin.
27. He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee: clingstones with him are turned into stubble.
29. Darts are counted as straw: he laughs at the threat of a javelin.
30. His undersides are like sharp stones: he spreads sharp pointed marks upon the mire.
31. He makes the deep boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32. He leaves a path shining after him; one would think the deep to have white hair.