Its heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.

will you, with him, spread out the clouds, solid as a mirror of molten metal?

when the dust hardens into a mass, and the clumps of earth stick together?

men who were carried off before their time, when the flood was poured out on their foundations?

The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.

For then you will lift up your face without blemish; you will be securely established and will not fear.