30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
31 He makes the deep boil like a pot;
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He leaves a shining wake behind him;
One would think the deep had white hair.

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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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