With his Terrible Teeth all around

I recently bought some dinosaur teeth from a fossil stall at Barnoldswick market. They belong to a Mosasaur, which is basically a 59-foot-long crocodile with fins rather than legs. You’d not want to meet him while out swimming.

Job writes of a huge water-dwelling monster, called Leviathan, in his 41st chapter:

Who can approach him with a double bridle?

Who can open the doors of his face,

With his terrible teeth all around?