12. I would not keep silent concerning his limbs, or his mighty power, or his fair frame.
13. Who shall take off the surface of his skin? Who approaches him with a double bridle?
14. Who shall open the doors of his face, with his frightening teeth all around?
15. Rows of scales are his pride – closed up, a binding seal.
16. One to the other they fit closely, not even a breath enters between them.
17. They are joined one to another, they stick together and are not separated.
18. His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.