In his neck remaineth strength, And sorrow is turned into joy before him.
In [the crocodile's] neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
Power resides in his neck; violence dances before him.
He will make the depths of the sea boil like a pot, and he will set it to bubble just as ointments do.
He shall make the deep sea to boil like a pot, and shall make it as when ointments boil.
