28 The arrow cannot make him flee;slingstones are turned into stubble by him.
29 Arrows are counted as straw;he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
30 Sharp stones are his underside;he leaves a mark in the mire like a sharp threshing sledge.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot;he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He leaves a shining wake behind him;one would think the deep had white hair.
33 On earth there is nothing like him,a creature made without fear.
34 He beholds all high things;he is a king over all the children of pride.”