My beauty is gone for very trouble, and worn away because of all mine enemies.

There went a smoke out in his presence, and a consuming fire out of his mouth, so that coals were kindled at it. {TYNDALE: Smoke went up out of his nostrils, and consuming fire out of his mouth, that coals were kindled of him.}

He brought them out of darkness, and out of the shadow of death, and broke their bonds in sunder.

Which taketh up the simple out of the dust, and lifteth the poor out of the mire,