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Out of his mouth go burning torches, Sparks of fire leap forth.
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Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
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His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
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In his neck there is strength. Terror dances before him.
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The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
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His heart is as firm as a stone, Yes, firm as the lower millstone.
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When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
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If one lay at him with the sword, it can't avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
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He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.
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The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
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Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.