6 (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)
7 Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
8 Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!
9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10 None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself?
11 Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine.
12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
