18:041:019 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap
out.
18:041:020 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or
caldron.
18:041:021 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
18:041:022 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy
before him.
18:041:023 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in
themselves; they cannot be moved.
18:041:024 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of
the nether millstone.
18:041:025 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason
of breakings they purify themselves.
18:041:026 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear,
the dart, nor the habergeon.
18:041:027 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
18:041:028 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with
him into stubble.