Job 41:12-22

12Smoke pours from his nostrils, as a boiling pot over burning reeds.

13His breath sets coals ablaze and flames dart from his mouth.

14“Strength resides in his neck; dismay runs before him.

15The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on him, immovable.

16His heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.

17“When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.

18A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.

19He regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.

20Arrows do not make him flee; sling stones become like chaff to him.

21A club is regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling 0f a lance.

22“His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail like a threshing sledge in mud.