CLV(i)
23 The flaps of his flesh cling together, Solidly set upon him; it is immovable.
24 His heart is solidly set like stone, Even solidly set like the nether grindstone.
25 At his lifting up, the subjectors shrink back; At his breaking forth, they recede.
26 Though the sword overtakes him, it does not avail, As also the spear, the dagger and the short arrow.
27 He reckons iron as crushed straw, Copper as rotten wood.
28 The son of the bow cannot make him run away; Sling stones are turned to straw for him.
29 The bludgeon is reckoned by him as straw, And he ridicules the whizzing of the dart.
30 His under parts are sharp pieces of shard; He strews spike marks on the mud.