It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes; there was silence, then I heard a voice:
And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper.
A spirit glided past my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.
‘Can mortal man be in the right before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker?