19. Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.
20. Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.
21. His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
22. In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
23. The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
24. His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
25. When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
26. If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27. He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.