41:28 Arrows
slingstones become like chaff to it.
41:29 A club is counted
it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
41:30 Its underparts
it leaves its mark in the mud
like a threshing sledge.
41:31 It makes the deep boil like a cauldron
and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment,
41:32 It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
one would think the deep had a head of white hair.
41:33 The likes of it is not on earth,
a creature
41:34 It looks on every haughty being;
it is king over all that are proud.”