25. When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26. The sword of him that reaches him cannot avail: neither the spear, the dart, nor the javelin.
27. He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee: clingstones with him are turned into stubble.
29. Darts are counted as straw: he laughs at the threat of a javelin.
30. His undersides are like sharp stones: he spreads sharp pointed marks upon the mire.
31. He makes the deep boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32. He leaves a path shining after him; one would think the deep to have white hair.
33. Upon earth there is not his like, which is made without fear.
34. He beholds every high thing: he is a king over all the children of pride.