27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee:sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
29 Darts are counted as stubble:he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
30 Sharp stones are under him:he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
33 Upon earth there is not his like,who is made without fear.