The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

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

The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

 Charles Spurgeon reflexiona sobre la protección segura del Señor y pide ser encendido de nuevo para brillar para su gloria.

Podemos esperar un trato tierno de parte del Señor

 La gracia de Dios nos purifica en la prueba y nos hace mejores.

Prueba de fuego

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.