12 Smoke pours from his nostrils, as a boiling pot over burning reeds.
13 His breath sets coals ablaze and flames dart from his mouth.
14 “Strength resides in his neck; dismay runs before him.
15 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on him, immovable.
16 His heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
17 “When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.
18 A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.