3:7 Indeed, let that night be barren;
let no shout of joy penetrate it!
36:27 He draws up drops of water;
they distill the rain into its mist,
41:7 Can you fill its hide with harpoons
or its head with fishing spears?
41:22 Strength lodges in its neck,
and despair runs before it.
41:28 Arrows do not make it flee;
slingstones become like chaff to it.