20. Out of his nostrils goes smokeas out of a seething pot or cauldron.
21. His breath kindles coals,and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22. In his neck remains strength,and sorrow is turned into joy 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,yes, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
25. When he raises up himself even the gods are afraid;because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26. The sword that reaches him cannot avail,nor does the spear, the arrow, or the javelin.
27. He counts iron as straw,and brass as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee;slingstones are turned into stubble by him.
29. Arrows are counted as straw;he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
30. Sharp stones are his underside;he leaves a mark in the mire like a sharp threshing sledge.