28. No arrow can make him flee;slingstones become like stubble to him.
29. A club is regarded as stubble,and he laughs at the sound of a javelin.
30. His undersides are jagged potsherds,spreading the mud like a threshing sledge.
31. He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron;he makes the sea like an ointment jar.
32. He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had gray hair!
33. He has no equal on earth —a creature devoid of fear!
34. He surveys everything that is haughty;he is king over all the proud beasts.