9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10 None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself?
11 Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine.
12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
13 Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
14 The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible.
15 A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.
