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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.
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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.
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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.
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Darts are regarded as straw; He laughs at the threat of javelins.
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His undersides are like sharp potsherds; He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
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He makes the deep boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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He leaves a shining wake behind him; One would think the deep had white hair.
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On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.
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He beholds every high thing; He is king over all the children of pride."