In his neck remains strength, and terror dances before him.
I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death. O Death, where are your plagues; O Grave, where is your ruin! Repentance shall be hidden from My eyes.
see, now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the muscles of his belly.
Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with a mane?
His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
The folds of his flesh are joined together, cast firm on him; he cannot be moved.