18:041:023 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
18:041:024 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
18:041:025 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
18:041:026 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
18:041:027 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
18:041:028 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
18:041:029 Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
18:041:030 Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
18:041:031 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
18:041:032 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.