19. He regards iron as chaff,and bronze as rotten wood.
20. No arrow will put him to flight;slingstones used against him are but straw.
21. Clubs he regards as straw;he laughs at the crash of the spear.
22. Under him are sharp pottery fragments,spreading a threshing sledge upon the mire.
23. He makes the depths boil like a pot;he makes the sea like a perfume bottle.
24. Behind him he leaves a shining path;you would think the deep had white hair.