20. Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, as of a seething pot and burning rushes.
21. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
22. In his neck abideth strength, and terror danceth before him.
23. The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
24. His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.
25. When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: by reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
26. If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27. He counteth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29. Clubs are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
30. His underparts are like sharp potsherds: he spreadeth as it were a threshing wain upon the mire.
31. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like ointment.