He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
and let them be for lights in the expanse of sky to give light on the earth;* and it was so.
Now the earth was formless and empty. Darkness was on the surface of the deep. God's Spirit was hovering over the surface of the waters.
but you will go to your fathers in shalom. You will be buried in a good old age.
Avraham gave up the spirit, and died in a good old age, an old man, and full of years, and was gathered to his people.
He said, *My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he only is left. If harm happens to him along the way in which you go, then you will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to She'ol.*
The deep says, 'It isn't in me.' The sea says, 'It isn't with me.'
*Have you entered into the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in the recesses of the deep?
The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.
He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
Gray hair is a crown of glory. It is attained by a life of righteousness.
The glory of young men is their strength. The splendor of old men is their gray hair.