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.
33 On earth there is nothing like him,Which is made without fear.
34 He beholds every high thing;He is king over all the children of pride.”