22 "In his neck lodges strength, And dismay leaps before him.
23 "The folds of his flesh are joined together, Firm on him and immovable.
24 "His heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lower millstone.
25 "When he raises himself up, the mighty fear; Because of the crashing they are bewildered.
26 "The sword that reaches him cannot avail, Nor the spear, the dart or the javelin.
27 "He regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood.
28 "The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.