Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle? / Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

A whip for the horse, a bridle for the ass, and a rod for the fool's back.

Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.

And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.

Besought him that they might only touch the hem of his garment.

Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: / Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: / Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: / Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever.