18:041:013 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
18:041:014 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
18:041:015 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
18:041:016 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
18:041:017 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
18:041:018 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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.