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.