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