20 Smoke streams from its nostrilsas from a boiling pot over burning rushes.
21 Its breath sets coals ablazeand a flame shoots from its mouth.
22 Strength lodges in its neck,and despair runs before it.
23 The folds of its flesh are tightly joined;they are firm on it, immovable.
24 Its heart is hard as rock,hard as a lower millstone.
25 When it rises up, the mighty are terrified,at its thrashing about they withdraw.
26 Whoever strikes it with a swordwill have no effect,nor with the spear, arrow, or dart.