29 Clubs are counted as stubble;
    he laughs at the rattle of javelins.
30 His underparts are like sharp (A)potsherds;
    he spreads himself like (B)a threshing sledge on the mire.
31 He makes the deep boil like a pot;
    he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

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