19. Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.
20. Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling 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: Sling-stones 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 a pot of ointment.
32. He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.
33. Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.
34. He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.