25. When it raises itself, the mighty ones are terrified; they retreat because of its thrashing.
26. Reaching it with the sword does not avail, nor with the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
27. It regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28. An arrow will not make it flee; sling stones are turned to stubble for it.
29. Clubs are regarded as stubble, and it laughs at the short sword’s rattle.
30. “Its underparts are shards of a potsherd; it moves over mud like a threshing sledge.
31. It makes the deep boil like a cooking pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32. Behind it, it leaves a glistening wake; one would think that the deep has gray hair.
33. “On the ground it has no equal— a creature without fear.
34. It observes all the lofty; it is king over all that are proud.”