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.