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21 To it a club is like a splinter,
    and it laughs at the javelins that are hurled at it.
22 “Its lower parts are protected with jagged potsherds,
    and it moves across the mire like a threshing sledge.
23 It causes the depths to boil like a cauldron;
    it churns the sea like a pot of ointment.

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