26 The sword that touches him won’t prevail;neither will the dart, spear, nor javelin.
27 He treats iron as straw,bronze as rotten wood.
28 Arrows can’t make him flee;slingstones he turns to straw.
29 He treats a club like straw;he laughs at the lance’s rattle.
30 His abdomen is like jagged pottery shards;its sharp edges leave a trail in the mud.
31 He causes the depths to churn like a boiling pot,stirs up the sea like a pot of scented oils,
32 leaves a bright wake behind him;the frothy deep seems white-haired.