His breath kindles coals and the flame goes out from his mouth.
Smoke goes out of his nostrils like a pot breathed out and reeds.
Strength abides in his neck and before him leaps dismay.
Out of the brightness before Him, His dark clouds passed through, hail and coals of fire.
A smoke went up out of His nostrils, and fire devoured out of His mouth; coals were kindled from it.
For Topheth is ordained from yesterday. Also, it is prepared for the king; He deepened; He widened its pyre; He makes great with fire and wood. The breath of Jehovah burns in it like a torrent of brimstone.
The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of Jehovah blows on it. Surely the people is grass.
A plague goes before Him, and lightning went forth at His feet.