Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
Clubs are counted as chaff; it laughs at the rattle of javelins.
It makes the deep boil like a pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
I will make of you a threshing sledge, sharp, new, and having teeth; you shall thresh the mountains and crush them, and you shall make the hills like chaff.