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The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble (41:28) Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear (41:29) Sharp stones [are] under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire (41:30) He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment (41:31) He maketh a path to shine after him; [one] would think the deep [to be] hoary (41:32) Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear (41:33) He beholdeth all high [things]: he [is] a king over all the children of pride
(41:34)
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