27. Iron it treats like straw and 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 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.