His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

 Charles Spurgeon reflexiona sobre la protección segura del Señor y pide ser encendido de nuevo para brillar para su gloria.

Podemos esperar un trato tierno de parte del Señor

 Artículo sobre la promesa del sol de justicia en relación a nuestra vida diaria, escrito por Charles Spurgeon.

Él resplandecerá tan seguramente como el sol

Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:

His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire;