His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a boiling pot or caldron.
In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into dancing before him.
At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, with hailstones and coals of fire.
There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it.
For Tophet was ordained of old; yea, for the king it is prepared; he has made it deep and large: its pyre is fire with much wood; the breath of the LORD, like a stream of brimstone, does kindle it.
The grass withers, the flower fades: because the breath of the LORD blows upon it: surely the people are grass.
Before him went the pestilence, and burning fever went forth at his feet.
