20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. |
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. |
22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. |
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. |
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. |
25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. |
26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. |
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. |
28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. |
29 Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. |
30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. |
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. |
32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. |
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. |
34 He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride. |
