"His breathkindlescoals,And a flamegoesforthfrom his mouth.
"Out of his nostrilssmokegoesforthAs [from] a boilingpotand [burning] rushes.
"In his necklodgesstrength,And dismayleapsbeforehim.
From the brightnessbeforeHim passedHis thickclouds,Hailstonesand coalsof fire.
Smokewentup out of His nostrils,And firefrom His mouthdevoured;Coalswere kindledby it.
For Tophethhas longbeen ready,Indeed,it has been preparedfor the king.He has madeit deepand large,A pyreof firewith plentyof wood;The breathof the LORD,like a torrentof brimstone,setsit afire.
The grasswithers,the flowerfades,Whenthe breathof the LORDblowsupon it; Surelythe peopleare grass.
BeforeHim goespestilence,And plaguecomesafterHim.
