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.
27 He counts iron as straw,and brass as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee;slingstones are turned into stubble by him.