29. Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30. His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
31. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment;
32. He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.
33. Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
34. He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.