Though the sword reaches it, it does not avail, nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
When it raises itself up the gods are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.
It counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
It shall have an opening for the head in the middle of it, with a woven binding around the opening, like the opening in a coat of mail, so that it may not be torn.