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Who can open the doors of his face, With his terrible teeth all around?
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His rows of scales are his pride, Shut up tightly as with a seal;
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One is so near another That no air can come between them;
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They are joined one to another, They stick together and cannot be parted.
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His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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Out of his mouth go burning lights; Sparks of fire shoot out.
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Smoke goes out of his nostrils, As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
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His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes out of his mouth.
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Strength dwells in his neck, And sorrow dances before him.
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The folds of his flesh are joined together; They are firm on him and cannot be moved.
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His heart is as hard as stone, Even as hard as the lower millstone.