21 His breath kindleth coals,and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22 In his neck remaineth strength,and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together:they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone;yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.