27. Iron it treats like strawand bronze like rotten wood.
28. Arrows do not make it flee;slingstones are like chaff to it.
29. A club seems to it but a piece of straw;it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
30. Its undersides are jagged potsherds,leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing-sledge.
31. It makes the depths churn like a boiling cauldronand stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
32. It leaves a glistening wake behind it;one would think the deep had white hair.
33. Nothing on earth is its equal –a creature without fear.
34. It looks down on all that are haughty;it is king over all that are proud.’