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30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds:
He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He maketh a path to shine after him;
One would think the deep to be hoary.

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30 Its undersides are jagged potsherds,
    leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.(A)
31 It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron(B)
    and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.(C)
32 It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
    one would think the deep had white hair.

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