Job 41:29–30

Clubs are counted as stubble;

he laughs at the rattle of javelins.

His underparts are like sharp potsherds;

he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

A club seems to it but a piece of straw;

it laughs at the rattling of the lance.

Its undersides are jagged potsherds,

leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

Clubs are like a blade of grass,

and it laughs at the swish of javelins.

Its belly is covered with scales as sharp as glass.

It plows up the ground as it drags through the mud.

Clubs are regarded as stubble,

and it laughs at the short sword’s rattle.

“Its underparts are shards of a potsherd;

it moves over mud like a threshing sledge.

Darts are counted as stubble:

He laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

Sharp stones are under him:

He spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.