17 When he rises up, the gods are afraid;when he crashes down, they fall back.
18 Should a sword reach him, it will not avail;nor will spear, dart, or javelin.
19 He regards iron as chaff,and bronze as rotten wood.
20 No arrow will put him to flight;slingstones used against him are but straw.
21 Clubs he regards as straw;he laughs at the crash of the spear.
22 Under him are sharp pottery fragments,spreading a threshing sledge upon the mire.
23 He makes the depths boil like a pot;he makes the sea like a perfume bottle.