Strength dwells in his neck, And sorrow dances before him.
“Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with thunder?
See now, his strength is in his hips, And his power is in his stomach muscles.
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 and cannot be moved.
“I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death. O Death, I will be your plagues! O Grave, I will be your destruction! Pity is hidden from My eyes.”