30 “His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
He [a]spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31 “He makes the depths boil like a pot;
He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32 “Behind him he makes a wake to shine;
One would think the deep to be gray-haired.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 41:30 Or moves across