21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
22 In his neck abideth strength, and terror danceth before him.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.
25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: by reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
26 If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27 He counteth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.