By his sneezings a light flashes, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be parted.
Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
His head and his hair were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire;