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