Job 41:21

His sneezing flashes out light.

His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

Out of his mouth go burning torches.

Sparks of fire leap out.

Out of his nostrils a smoke goes,

as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

There is strength in his neck.

Terror dances before him.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together.

They are firm on him.

They can’t be moved.

His heart is as firm as a stone,

yes, firm as the lower millstone.