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 caldron and 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.”