His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
Behold, I have made thee to be a new sharp threshing instrument having teeth; thou shalt thresh the mountains, and beat them small, and shalt make the hills as chaff.
Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.