29. Darts are counted as straw: he laughs at the threat of a javelin.
30. His undersides are like sharp stones: he spreads sharp pointed marks upon the mire.
31. He makes the deep boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32. He leaves a path shining after him; one would think the deep to have white hair.
33. Upon earth there is not his like, which is made without fear.
34. He beholds every high thing: he is a king over all the children of pride.