27 For him iron is as flimsy as straw,and bronze as soft as rotten wood.
28 There is no arrow that can make him run;rocks thrown at him are like bits of straw.
29 To him a club is a piece of straw,and he laughs when men throw spears.
30 The scales on his belly are like jagged pieces of pottery;they tear up the muddy ground like a threshing-sledge.
31 He churns up the sea like boiling waterand makes it bubble like a pot of oil.
32 He leaves a shining path behind himand turns the sea to white foam.
33 There is nothing on earth to compare with him;he is a creature that has no fear.