Job 41:29 WEB

²⁷  He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.

²⁸  The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

²⁹  Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

³⁰  His undersides are like sharp potsherds, Leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

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