27. He regards iron as straw,And bronze as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee;Slingstones become like stubble to him.
29. Darts are regarded as straw;He laughs at the threat of javelins.
30. His undersides are like sharp potsherds;He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
31. He makes the deep boil like a pot;He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32. He leaves a shining wake behind him;One would think the deep had white hair.
33. On earth there is nothing like him,Which is made without fear.
34. He beholds every high thing;He is king over all the children of pride.”