Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.
Out of his mouth go burning lamps, And sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his mouth go burning torches, [and] sparks of fire leap out.
Shafts of fire shoot from his mouth; like fiery sparks they fly out.
The archer will not cause him to flee; the stones of the sling have been turned into stubble for him.
The archer shall not put him to flight: the stones of the sling are to him like stubble.
His neesings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a seething pot and burning rushes.
There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, And fire out of his mouth devoured: Coals were kindled by it.