19Firebrands stream from his mouth;

sparks of fire shoot out.

20Smoke pours from his nostrils

as from a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

21His breath sets coals ablaze,

and flames dart from his mouth.

22Strength resides in his neck;

dismay goes before him.

23The folds of his flesh are tightly joined;

they are firm and immovable.

24His chest is hard as rock,

hard as a lower millstone.

25When he rises up, the mighty are terrified;

they retreat before his thrashing.

26The sword that reaches him has no effect,

nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.

27Iron he treats like straw

and bronze like rotten wood.

28Arrows do not make him flee;

slingstones are like chaff to him.

29A club seems to him but a piece of straw;

he laughs at the rattling of the lance.

30His undersides are jagged potsherds,

leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

31He makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron

and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.

32Behind him he leaves a glistening wake;

one would think the deep had white hair.

33Nothing on earth is his equal—

a creature without fear.

34He looks down on all that are haughty;

he is king over all that are proud.”