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.”