22. In his neck abideth strength, and terror danceth before him.
23. The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
24. His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.
25. When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: by reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
26. If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27. He counteth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.