What's God Doing?

The mighty are terrified. They retreat before its thrashing. Iron it treats like straw and bronze, like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee sling stones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw. It laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its under sides are jagged pot shirts,. leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. One would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal. The creature that we just heard described thou gavest him to be food to the folk inhabiting the wilderness. That's marda kantimat o k....