20 Out of his nostrils goes smokeas out of a seething pot or cauldron.
21 His breath kindles coals,and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22 In his neck remains strength,and sorrow is turned into joy 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,yes, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
25 When he raises up himself even the gods are afraid;because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26 The sword that reaches him cannot avail,nor does the spear, the arrow, or the javelin.