| Who can open the doors of his mighty face?
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| Around his teeth there is terror
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| His back is made of shields
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| Shut up so tightly and sealed
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| One is so near to the next
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| No air can come between
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| His sneezings flash forth light
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| And his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn
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| His bones are tubes of bronze
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| His limbs like bars of iron
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| Out of his mouth go torches
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| Sparks of fire leap forth
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| There’s none that’s like him
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| Out of his nostrils pour forth smoke
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| As from a boiling pot and burning rushes
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| His breath kindles coals, and pours forth smoke
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| A flame comes from his mouth
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| In his neck he abides strength
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| There’s none that’s like him
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| On earth there is nothing like him
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| A creature that is without fear
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| And terror dances before him
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| His heart is hard as the lower millstone
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| When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid
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| Behold Behemoth
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| At the thrashing of his tail they are beside themselves
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| Behold Behemoth
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| He laughs at the rattle of javelins
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| Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail
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| He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood
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| The arrow can’t make him flee his ground
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| On earth there is none like him
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| God alone poses threat
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| When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid
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| Behold Behemoth
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| At the thrashing of his tail they are beside themselves
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| Behold Behemoth
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| «I declared a war, the day my side was pierced
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| I dragged him by snout down to hell
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| And on the third day, i pronounced the beast dead
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| I abolished his authority»
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| Behold the Victor
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| Behold Redeemer |