20. Smoke pours from his nostrilslike a boiling pot over reeds.
21. His breath lights coals;a flame shoots from his mouth.
22. Power resides in his neck;violence dances before him.
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.