Job 41:28-32

“The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.

“Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.

“His underparts are like sharp pieces of pottery; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mud.

“He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

“Behind him he illuminates a pathway; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.