Its breath kindles coals, and a flame comes out of its mouth.
Smoke went up from his nostrils and devouring fire from his mouth; glowing coals flamed forth from him.
Before him went pestilence, and plague followed close behind.
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.
Out of the brightness before him there broke through his clouds hailstones and coals of fire.
Out of its nostrils comes smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
In its neck abides strength, and terror dances before it.
The grass withers; the flower fades, [[when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass.