The sword that reaches him cannot avail, nor does the spear, the arrow, or the javelin.
When he raises up himself even the gods are afraid; because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
He counts iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
There shall be a hole at the top of it, in the middle of it. Around its opening it shall have a binding of woven work, like the opening of a coat of mail, so that it will not be torn.