Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail; Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
He regards iron as straw, And bronze as rotten wood.
There shall be an opening for his head in the middle of it; it shall have a woven binding all around its opening, like the opening in a coat of mail, so that it does not tear.