23. The folds of his flesh stick together;on him they are tough and unyielding.
24. His heart is solid like a rock,hard like a lower millstone.
25. The divine beings dread his rising;they withdraw before his thrashing.
26. The sword that touches him won’t prevail;neither will the dart, spear, nor javelin.
27. He treats iron as straw,bronze as rotten wood.
28. Arrows can’t make him flee;slingstones he turns to straw.
29. He treats a club like straw;he laughs at the lance’s rattle.
30. His abdomen is like jagged pottery shards;its sharp edges leave a trail in the mud.
31. He causes the depths to churn like a boiling pot,stirs up the sea like a pot of scented oils,