16. His heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
17. “When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.
18. A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.
19. He regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
20. Arrows do not make him flee; sling stones become like chaff to him.
21. A club is regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling 0f a lance.
22. “His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail like a threshing sledge in mud.
23. He makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
24. He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair.
25. Nothing on dry land is his equal— a creature without fear.