And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and did not recognize him, they lifted up their voice, and wept. And each one tore his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

If thou set thy heart aright, and stretch out thy hands toward him,

Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall upon you?

Withdraw thy hand far from me, and do not let thy dread make me afraid.

Are the consolations of God too small for thee, even the word that is gentle toward thee?

They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread [their] winepresses, and suffer thirst.

Behold, I am toward God even as thou are. I also am formed out of the clay.

Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soars, (and) stretches her wings toward the south?

If a man lays at him with the sword it cannot avail, nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.