In his neck abideth strength,\par\tab And terror danceth 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 destruction? repentance shall be hid from mine eyes.\par
Lo now, his strength is in his loins,\par\tab And his force is in the muscles of his belly.
Hast thou given the horse {\i his} might?\par\tab Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
His breath kindleth coals,\par\tab And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together:\par\tab They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.