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I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
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Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
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The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible.
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A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
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One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.
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One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.
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His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
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Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
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Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.
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His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.
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In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.