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Lay your hands on him; remember the battle--you will not do it again!
9
Behold, the hope of a man is false; he is laid low even at the sight of him.
10
No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
11
1Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? 2Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
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"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.
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Who can strip off his outer garment? Who would come near him with a bridle?
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Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15
His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.
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One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
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They are 3joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
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His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like 4the eyelids of the dawn.