Job 41:29-33

“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.

“Nothing on earth is like him, One made without fear.