27 (41:19) He esteemeth barzel (iron) like straw, and nechoshet as rotten wood.
28 (41:20) The arrow cannot make him flee; sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
29 (41:21) Clubs are counted as straw; he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
30 (41:22) Sharp shards are his under parts; he leaveth a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31 (41:23) He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he stirreth the yam like a pot of ointment.
32 (41:24) He maketh a wake to shine after him; one would think the deep to be white hair.
33 (41:25) Upon earth there is not his equal, who is created without fear.