Strength abides in his neck and before him leaps dismay.
Have you given the horse its strength: have you clothed its neck with a mane?
see, now, his strength is in his loins, and his force in the muscles of his belly;
His breath kindles coals and the flame goes out from his mouth.
The hanging parts of flesh cleave together firmly on him; he cannot be moved.
I will ransom them from the hand of Sheol; I will redeem them from death. O death, where are your plagues? O Sheol, where is your ruin? Repentance is hidden from My eyes.