7. His rows of shields are his pride, shut up closely as with tight seal;
8. each so close to the next, that no air can pass between.
9. They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
10. “He sneezes out flashes of light; his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.
11. Out of his mouth go flames, sparks of fire shoot out.
12. Smoke pours from his nostrils, as a boiling pot over burning reeds.
13. His breath sets coals ablaze and flames dart from his mouth.
14. “Strength resides in his neck; dismay runs before him.
15. The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on him, immovable.
16. His heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
17. “When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.
18. A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.
19. He regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
20. Arrows do not make him flee; sling stones become like chaff to him.
21. A club is regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling 0f a lance.
22. “His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail like a threshing sledge in mud.