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.
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