Job 4:15; Job 9:11; Job 9:26; Job 11:10; Job 14:7; Job 20:24; Job 29:20
"Then a spirit passed by my face; The hair of my flesh bristled up.
"Were He to pass by me, I would not see Him; Were He to move past me, I would not perceive Him.
"They slip by like reed boats, Like an eagle that swoops on its prey.
"If He passes by or shuts up, Or calls an assembly, who can restrain Him?
"For there is hope for a tree, When it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And its shoots will not fail.
"He may flee from the iron weapon, But the bronze bow will pierce him.
'My glory is ever new with me, And my bow is renewed in my hand.'