28 “The [a]arrow cannot make him flee;
Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.
29 “Clubs are regarded as stubble;
He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
30 “His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
He [b]spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 41:28 Lit son of the bow
  2. Job 41:30 Or moves across