17 When the sword doth touch him, he will not rise up, nor for the spear, dart nor habergeon.

18 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

19 The archer cannot make him flee: the stones of the sling are turneth into stubble unto him.

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17 They are joined fast to one another;
    they cling together and cannot be parted.
18 Its snorting throws out flashes of light;
    its eyes are like the rays of dawn.(A)
19 Flames(B) stream from its mouth;
    sparks of fire shoot out.

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