25. When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.
26. If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.
27. He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28. The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29. Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30. His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
31. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment;