And a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.

It stood still, but I could not tell the form of it. An image was before my eyes; silence; then I heard a voice,

Pure gold cannot be given in its stead, and silver be weighed as its price.

The young men saw me and hid themselves; and the aged arose and stood up.

I cried to You, and You did not hear me; I stood up, and You did not consider me.

I go in mourning with no sun; I stood up and I cried out in the congregation.