29 He counts any weapon as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
30 Broken clay vessels are under him; he carves his imprint upon the mire.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He makes the path shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who behaves without fear.
34 He despises all exalted things; he is king over all the sons of pride.