American Standard Version
"He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. "
— Job 41:31, American Standard Version
“He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.”
“He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.”
“It makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment,”
“The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.”
“He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.”
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.
He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.