28 "The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.
29 "Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
30 "His underparts are like sharp potsherds; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31 "He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32 "Behind him he makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
33 "Nothing on earth is like him, One made without fear.
34 "He looks on everything that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride."