Job 41:30-34

30His undersides are like sharp potsherds; He spreads pointed marks in the mire.

31He makes the deep boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32He leaves a shining wake behind him; One would think the deep had white hair.

33On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.

34He beholds every high thing; He is king over all the children of pride.”