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31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He maketh a path to shine after him;
one would think the deep to be hoary.
33 Upon earth there is not his like,
who is made without fear.

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31 It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron(A)
    and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.(B)
32 It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
    one would think the deep had white hair.
33 Nothing on earth is its equal(C)
    a creature without fear.

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