14
Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
15
The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal.
16
One is so near to another that no air can come between them;
17
They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.
18
His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19
Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:
20
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.
21
His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22
In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.
23
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.
24
His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].