Out of his mouth go burning lamps, [and] sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as [out] of a seething pot or caldron.
His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether [millstone].
When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
He esteemeth iron as straw, [and] brass as rotten wood.
The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
