15. His rows of scales are his pride,Shut up tightly as with a seal;
16. One is so near anotherThat no air can come between them;
17. They are joined one to another,They stick together and cannot be parted.
18. His sneezings flash forth light,And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19. Out of his mouth go burning lights;Sparks of fire shoot out.
20. Smoke goes out of his nostrils,As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.