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30 His belly is covered with scales as sharp as shards; they tear up the ground as he drags through the mud.

31-32 “He makes the water boil with his commotion. He churns the depths. He leaves a shining wake of froth behind him. One would think the sea was made of frost!

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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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