In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
I will ransom them from the power of Sheol. I will redeem them from death. O death, where are thy plagues? O Sheol, where is thy sting? Repentance shall be hid from my eyes.
Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the muscles of his belly.
Have thou given the horse [his] might? Have thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes forth from his mouth.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm upon him. They cannot be moved.