21 His breath lights coals;a flame shoots from his mouth.
22 Power resides in his neck;violence dances before him.
23 The folds of his flesh stick together;on him they are tough and unyielding.
24 His heart is solid like a rock,hard like a lower millstone.
25 The divine beings dread his rising;they withdraw before his thrashing.
26 The sword that touches him won’t prevail;neither will the dart, spear, nor javelin.
27 He treats iron as straw,bronze as rotten wood.