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Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
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Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together with a close seal.
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One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
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They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
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His sneezing flashes forth light, His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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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.