His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
And his head and his hair were white as white wool, white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire;
They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.
Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.