Then Job got up, and after parting his clothing and cutting off his hair, he went down on his face to the earth, and gave worship, and said,

Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:

Hast thou come in unto the treasure of snow? Yea, the treasures of hail dost thou see?

He leaves a path shining after him; one would think the deep to have white hair.