His rows of shields are his pride, shut up closely as with tight seal;
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? Or his head with fish spears?
Can you fill his skin with harpoons? Or his head with fishing spears?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
Can you fill his hide with darts, his head with a fishing spear?
One is joined to another, and not even air can pass between them.
One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them.
Who can open the doors of his face, ringed with fearsome teeth?
each so close to the next, that no air can pass between.