His breath sets coals on fire, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
Out of his nostrils comes smoke, like a boiling pot or kettle.
Strength dwells in his neck, and fear leaps before him.
From the brightness before Him, His thick clouds passed, hail and coals of fire.
Smoke went up from His nostrils, And consuming fire from His mouth; Coals were kindled by it.
For Topheth was ordained of old, even for the sovereign it has been prepared. He has made it deep and large, its fire pit with much wood; the breath of יהוה, as a stream of burning sulphur, is burning in it!
“Grass shall wither, the flower shall fade, when the Spirit of יהוה has blown on it! Truly the people is grass!
Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.