In his neck remains strength, and terror dances before him.
Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with a mane?
see, now, his strength is in his loins, and his force 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, cast firm on him; he cannot be moved.
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.