“His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.”
Job 41:30 (BSB)
Context Reading
28No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him. 29A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance. 30His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge. 31He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment. 32He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!