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.
24 Behind him he leaves a shining path;you would think the deep had white hair.
25 Upon the earth there is none like him,he was made fearless.
26 He looks over all who are haughty,he is king over all proud beasts.