Smoke pours from his nostrils like a boiling pot over reeds.
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, As out of a seething pot or caldron.
Out of his nostrils goes forth smoke, as out of a seething pot over a fire of rushes.
Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.
He will treat the hammer as if it were stubble, and he will ridicule those who brandish the spear.
As stubble will he esteem the hammer: and he will laugh him to scorn who shaketh the spear.
