27. For him iron is as flimsy as straw,and bronze as soft as rotten wood.
28. There is no arrow that can make him run;rocks thrown at him are like bits of straw.
29. To him a club is a piece of straw,and he laughs when men throw spears.
30. The scales on his belly are like jagged pieces of pottery;they tear up the muddy ground like a threshing-sledge.
31. He churns up the sea like boiling waterand makes it bubble like a pot of oil.