His breath sets coals ablaze and flames dart from his mouth.
Because your raging against Me and your arrogance reached My ears, I will put My hook in your nose, and My bridle in your lips, and I will turn you back by the way you came.”
Smoke pours from his nostrils, as a boiling pot over burning reeds.
“Strength resides in his neck; dismay runs before him.
Do not be like the horse or the mule, which have no understanding, and must be held in with bit and bridle or they will not come to you.”
And if we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we guide their whole body as well.