15. Rows of scales are his pride – closed up, a binding seal.
16. One to the other they fit closely, not even a breath enters between them.
17. They are joined one to another, they stick together and are not separated.
18. His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19. Out of his mouth go firebrands – sparks of fire shoot out.
20. Out of his nostrils comes smoke, like a boiling pot or kettle.
21. His breath sets coals on fire, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22. Strength dwells in his neck, and fear leaps before him.
23. The folds of his flesh cleave together. They are firm on him, immovable.
24. His heart is as hard as stone, even as hard as the lower millstone.
25. When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. Because of his crashings they are bewildered.
26. No sword that reaches him does prevail, neither spear, dart, or lance.
27. He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28. The arrow does not make him flee, sling-stones become like stubble to him.
29. Clubs are reckoned as straw, he laughs at the rattle of a lance.
30. His undersides are like sharp potsherds. He sprawls on the mud like a threshing-sledge.