29. "Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
30. "His underparts are like sharp potsherds; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31. "He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32. "Behind him he makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
33. "Nothing on earth is like him, One made without fear.