18
His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19
Out of his mouth go burning lights; Sparks of fire shoot out.
20
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.
22
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.
25
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
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Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail; Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
27
He regards iron as straw, And bronze as rotten wood.
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The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones become like stubble to him.