24 His heart is as hard as stone,
Even as hard as the lower
millstone.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid;
Because of his crashings they
1 are beside themselves.
26 Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail;
Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
27 He regards iron as straw,
And bronze as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee;
Slingstones become like stubble to him.
29 Darts are regarded as straw;
He laughs at the threat of javelins.
30 His undersides
are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads pointed
marks in the mire.
31 He makes the deep boil like a pot;
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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