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.