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"Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile -one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
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No one is fierce enough to rouse him, so who can stand up to me?
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Who has given me anything and made me pay it back? Everything belongs to me under all of heaven.
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"I have more to say about his limbs, his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
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Who can strip off his [scaly] garment? Who can enter his jaws?
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Who can pry open the doors of his face, so close to his terrible teeth?
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"His pride is his rows of scales, tightly sealed together -
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one is so close to the next that no air can come between them;
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they are stuck one to another, interlocked and impervious.
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"When he sneezes, light flashes out; his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
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From his mouth go fiery torches, and sparks come flying out.