Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
Behold, I will make thee a new sharp threshing instrument having teeth: thou shalt thresh the mountains, and beat them small, and shalt make the hills as chaff.