American Standard Version
"His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire. "
— Job 41:30, American Standard Version
“Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.”
“His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.”
“Its underparts are the sharp points of potsherds, it leaves its mark in the mud like a threshing sledge.”
“Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.”
“Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.”
He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.
The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.
Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.