17 The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
18 Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
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.
