Can you, like him, spread out the skies, hard as a molten mirror?
Teach us what we shall say to him; we cannot draw up our case because of darkness.
Shall it be told him that I would speak? Did a man ever wish that he would be swallowed up?
"And now men cannot look on the light when it is bright in the skies, when the wind has passed and cleared them.
Out of the north comes golden splendor; God is clothed with terrible majesty.
The Almighty--we cannot find him; he is great in power and justice, and abundant righteousness he will not violate.
Therefore men fear him; he does not regard any who are wise in their own conceit."