Job 41:29-33
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 41
29Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin. 30His underparts are like sharp pieces of pottery; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mud. 31He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment. 32Behind him he illuminates a pathway; One would think the deep to be gray-haired. 33Nothing on earth is like him, One made without fear.King James Version
Chapter 41
29Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. 30Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. 31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. 32He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. 33Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 41
29A club is regarded as stubble, and he laughs at the sound of a javelin. 30His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading the mud like a threshing sledge. 31He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like an ointment jar. 32He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had gray hair! 33He has no equal on earth -- a creature devoid of fear!New Living Translation
English Standard Version
Chapter 41
29Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins. 30His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire. 31He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment. 32Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired. 33On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.New International Version
Chapter 41
29A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. 30Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. 31It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. 32It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. 33Nothing on earth is its equal-- a creature without fear.New King James Version