Job 41:24

His breath kindles coals.

A flame goes out of his mouth.

There is strength in his neck.

Terror dances before him.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together.

They are firm on him.

They can’t be moved.

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.

They retreat before his thrashing.

If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail;

nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

He counts iron as straw,

and bronze as rotten wood.