25. When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: by reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
26. If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27. He counteth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
28. The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29. Clubs are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
30. His underparts are like sharp potsherds: he spreadeth as it were a threshing wain upon the mire.
31. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like ointment.
32. He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
33. Upon earth there is not his like, that is made without fear.
34. He beholdeth every thing that is high: he is king over all the sons of pride.