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Any hope you might have would be futile, the mere sight of him would overwhelm you.
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When roused, he grows ferocious, who could ever stand up to him?
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Who has ever attacked him with impunity? No one beneath all heaven!
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Next I will talk of his limbs and describe his matchless strength-
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who can undo the front of his tunic or pierce the double armour of his breastplate?
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Who dare open the gates of his mouth? Terror reigns round his teeth!
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His back is like rows of shields, sealed with a stone seal,
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touching each other so close that no breath could pass between,
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sticking to one another making an impervious whole.
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His sneezes radiate light, his eyes are like the eyelashes of the dawn.
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From his mouth come fiery torches, sparks of fire fly out of it.
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His nostrils belch smoke like a cauldron boiling on the fire.
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His breath could kindle coals, flame issues from his mouth.
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His strength resides in his neck, violence leaps before him as he goes.
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The strips of his flesh are jointed together, firmly set in and immovable.
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His heart is as hard as rock unyielding as the lower millstone.
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When he stands up, the waves take fright and the billows of the sea retreat.
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Sword may strike but will not stick in him, no more will spear, javelin or lance.
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Iron means no more to him than straw, nor bronze than rotten wood.
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No arrow can make him flee, a sling-stone tickles him like hay.
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Club seems to him like straw, he laughs at the whirring javelin.
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He has sharp potsherds underneath, and moves across the slime like a harrow.
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He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron, he makes the sea fume like a scent burner.
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Behind him he leaves a glittering wake -- a white fleece seems to float on the deeps.
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He has no equal on earth, being created without fear.
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He looks the haughtiest in the eye; of all the lordly beasts he is king.
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