20. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.
21. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22. In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.
23. The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
24. His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether millstone.
25. When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
26. If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
27. He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28. The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29. Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30. His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge 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 the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.
33. Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
34. He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.