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29 Clubs are counted as chaff;
    it laughs at the rattle of javelins.
30 Its underparts are like sharp potsherds;
    it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31 It makes the deep boil like a pot;
    it makes the sea 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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