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