Rotherham(i)
23 The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved;
24 His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone;
25 At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves:
26 As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail:
27 He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood:
28 The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling–stones changed by him:
29 As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin;
30 His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime: