24 His heart is as hard as stone,Even as hard as the lower millstone.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid;Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26 Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail;Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
27 He regards iron as straw,And bronze as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee;Slingstones become like stubble to him.
29 Darts are regarded as straw;He laughs at the threat of javelins.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds;He spreads pointed marks in the mire.