Now I am old and strong, strong, strong, Thief in the Shadows!” he gloated. “My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!”
Who can pry open the doors of his face?
All around his teeth is terror.
His back is rows of shields,
closed with the tightest seal.
No arrow can make him flee,
slingstones for him turn to straw.
Missiles are deemed as straw,
and he mocks the javelin’s clatter.
(Robert Alter's translation of Job 41: 6-7, 20-21)
