26 Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail;Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
27 He regards iron as straw,And bronze as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee;Slingstones become like stubble to him.
29 Darts are regarded as straw;He laughs at the threat of javelins.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds;He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
31 He makes the deep 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.