His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.
Smoke rose from His nostrils, and consuming fire came from His mouth; glowing coals blazed forth.
From the brightness of His presence His clouds advanced—hailstones and coals of fire.
For Topheth has long been prepared; it has been made ready for the king. Its funeral pyre is deep and wide, with plenty
Plague went before Him, and fever followed in His steps.