It stood still; I could not discern the appearance thereof: a form was before mine eyes; I heard a slight murmur and a voice:

Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

The breath of God produces ice, and the breadth of the waters freeze solid.

will you, with him, spread out the clouds, solid as a mirror of molten metal?

when the waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen solid?

Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

The folds of his flesh are joined together,
solid as metal and immovable.

“His heart is as hard as a stone,
Indeed, as solid as a lower millstone.