A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.
By his neesings a light doth shine, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the [reddish] eyelids of the dawn.
His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
His sneezes emit flashes of light; his eyes are like dawn’s rays.
For he will consider iron as if it were chaff, and brass as if it were rotten wood.
For he shall esteem iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
May its morning stars be darkened; may it hope for light but have none— may it never see the eyelids of dawn.
“When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.
He regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
His head and His hair were white like wool, white like snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire.