41:3. I will not spare him, nor his mighty words, and framed to make supplication.
41:4. Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can go into the midst of his mouth?
41:5. Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
41:6. His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.
41:7. One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them:
41:8. They stick one to another and they hold one another fast, and shall not be separated.
41:9. His sneezing is like the shining of fire, and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning.
41:10. Out of his mouth go forth lamps, like torches of lighted fire.
41:11. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, like that of a pot heated and boiling.
41:12. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame cometh forth out of his mouth.