21. Clubs he regards as straw;he laughs at the crash of the spear.
22. Under him are sharp pottery fragments,spreading a threshing sledge upon the mire.
23. He makes the depths boil like a pot;he makes the sea like a perfume bottle.
24. Behind him he leaves a shining path;you would think the deep had white hair.
25. Upon the earth there is none like him,he was made fearless.