His undersides are like sharp stones: he spreads sharp pointed marks upon the mire.
Darts are counted as straw: he laughs at the threat of a javelin.
He makes the deep boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Behold, I will make you a new sharp threshing instrument having teeth: you shall thresh the mountains, and beat them small, and shall make the hills like chaff.