14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15 Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together with a close seal.
16 One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
17 They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they can`t be pulled apart.
18 His sneezing flashes forth light, His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, Sparks of fire leap forth.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
