The sword of him that reaches him cannot avail: neither the spear, the dart, nor the javelin.
When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
And there shall be a hole in the top of it, in the midst of it: it shall have a binding of woven work round about the hole of it, as it were the hole of a garment, that it does not tear.