His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.
Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
Before his shining light his dark clouds went past, raining ice and fire.
There went up a smoke from his nose, and a fire of destruction from his mouth: flames were lighted by it.
For a place of fire has long been ready; yes, it has been made ready for the king; he has made it deep and wide: it is massed with fire and much wood; the breath of the Lord, like a stream of fire, puts a light to it.
The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.
Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.