18 A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.
19 He regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
20 Arrows do not make him flee; sling stones become like chaff to him.
21 A club is regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling 0f a lance.
22 “His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail like a threshing sledge in mud.
23 He makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
24 He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair.