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.
27 It regards iron as strawand bronze as rotten wood.
28 Arrows do not make it flee;slingstones become like chaff to it.