Its breath kindles coals, and a flame comes out of its mouth.
Out of its nostrils comes smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
In its neck abides strength, and terror dances before it.
Out of the brightness before him there broke through his clouds hailstones and coals of fire.
Smoke went up from his nostrils and devouring fire from his mouth; glowing coals flamed forth from him.
For his burning place has long been prepared, also for the king; its pyre is made deep and wide, with fire and wood in abundance; the breath of the Lord, like a stream of sulfur, kindles it.
The grass withers; the flower fades, [[when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass.
Before him went pestilence, and plague followed close behind.