28 Arrows do not make it flee;(A)
    slingstones are like chaff to it.
29 A club seems to it but a piece of straw;(B)
    it laughs(C) at the rattling of the lance.
30 Its undersides are jagged potsherds,
    leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.(D)

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28 The arrow cannot make him flee;
Slingstones become like stubble to him.
29 Darts are regarded as straw;
He laughs at the threat of javelins.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads pointed marks in the mire.

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