In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
“Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with thunder?
Behold, his strength is in his hips, and his power is in the muscles of his belly.
His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
The folds of his flesh are joined together; they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
I will ransom them from the power of Sheol. I will redeem them from Death. O Death, where are your plagues? O Sheol, where is your sting? Compassion is hidden from My eyes.