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.