Job 41:28-30

Young's Literal Translation

²⁸ The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

²⁹ As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

³⁰ Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.