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17 When he rises up, the gods are afraid;
    when he crashes down, they fall back.
18 Should a sword reach him, it will not avail;
    nor will spear, dart, or javelin.
19 He regards iron as chaff,
    and bronze as rotten wood.

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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.

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17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

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