19 The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
20 A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
21 Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
22 The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
23 After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
24 On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.
25 Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.