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His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.

One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them:

They stick one to another and they hold one another fast, and shall not be separated.

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Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?

Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

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