2Is he not relentless when aroused; who then dares stand before him?* 1Whoever might vainly hope to do so need only see him to be overthrown. 3Who has assailed him and come off safe— who under all the heavens? 4I need hardly mention his limbs, his strength, and the fitness of his armor. 5Who can strip off his outer garment, or penetrate his double corselet? 6Who can force open the doors of his mouth, close to his terrible teeth? 7Rows of scales are on his back, tightly sealed together; 8They are fitted each so close to the next that no space intervenes; 9So joined one to another that they hold fast and cannot be parted. 10When he sneezes, light flashes forth; his eyes are like those of the dawn. 11Out of his mouth go forth firebrands; sparks of fire leap forth. 12From his nostrils issues steam, as from a seething pot or bowl. 13His breath sets coals afire; a flame pours from his mouth. 14Strength abides in his neck, and terror leaps before him. 15.16His heart is hard as stone: his flesh, as the lower millstone. 17When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; the waves of the sea fall back.* 18Should the sword reach him, it will not avail; nor will the spear, nor the dart, nor the javelin. 19He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. 20The arrow will not put him to flight; slingstones used against him are but straws. 21Clubs he esteems as splinters; he laughs at the crash of the spear. 22His belly is sharp as pottery fragments; he spreads like a threshing sledge upon the mire. 23He makes the depths boil like a pot; the sea he churns like perfume in a kettle. 24Behind him he leaves a shining path; you would think the deep had the hoary head of age. 25Upon the earth there is not his like, intrepid he was made. 26All, however lofty, fear him; he is king over all proud beasts.