Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.(Job 41:20)
His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.(Job 41:21)
In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.(Job 41:22)
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.(Job 41:24)
When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.(Job 41:25)
The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.(Job 41:26)
