Smoke went up out of His nostrils, and fire devoured out of His mouth; coals were kindled by it.

From the brightness before Him, His dark clouds passed over with hailstones and coals of fire.

For Tophet was arranged in order of old; yea, for the king it is prepared. He has made it deep and large. He makes a fire with much wood. The breath of Jehovah kindles it like a torrent of brimstone.

A pestilence goes before Him, and lightning goes forth at His feet.