It stood still, but I couldn't discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes. Silence, then I heard a voice, saying,
and after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Then a spirit passed before my face. The hair of my flesh stood up.
'Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?