His heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
One touches another; even air can’t come between them.
When he will be raised up, the angels will be afraid, and, because they are terrified, they will purify themselves.
When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear: and being affrighted shall purify themselves.
The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on him, immovable.
“When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.