His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing wain upon the mire.
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 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.