His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, And fire out of his mouth devoured: Coals were kindled by it.
Before him went the pestilence, and fiery bolts went forth at his feet.
For a Topheth is prepared of old; yea, for the king it is made ready; he hath made it deep and large: the pile thereof is fire and much wood; the breath of the LORD, like a stream of brimstone, doth kindle it.
At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, Hailstones and coals of fire.
Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a seething pot and burning rushes.
In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; because the breath of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.