21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22 In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into dancing before him.
23 The folds of his flesh are joined together: they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
25 When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26 The sword of him that reaches him cannot avail: neither the spear, the dart, nor the javelin.
27 He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.