25. When he rises up, even the strongest are frightened;they are helpless with fear.
26. There is no sword that can wound him;no spear or arrow or lance that can harm him.
27. For him iron is as flimsy as straw,and bronze as soft as rotten wood.
28. There is no arrow that can make him run;rocks thrown at him are like bits of straw.
29. To him a club is a piece of straw,and he laughs when men throw spears.
30. The scales on his belly are like jagged pieces of pottery;they tear up the muddy ground like a threshing-sledge.