The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.(Job 41:28)
Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.(Job 41:29)
Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.(Job 41:30)
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.(Job 41:32)
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.(Job 41:33)
He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.(Job 41:34)
