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29 Clubs are like a blade of grass,
    and it laughs at the swish of javelins.
30 Its belly is covered with scales as sharp as glass.
    It plows up the ground as it drags through the mud.

31 “Leviathan makes the water boil with its commotion.
    It stirs the depths like a pot of ointment.

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29 A club seems to it but a piece of straw;(A)
    it laughs(B) at the rattling of the lance.
30 Its undersides are jagged potsherds,
    leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.(C)
31 It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron(D)
    and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.(E)

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