And they lifted up their eyes from afar and did not recognize him. And they lifted up their voice and wept. And each man tore his robe; and they sprinkled dust on their heads toward the heavens.
Man is not a ruler over the spirit, to restrain the spirit; and not he has power in the day of death. And there is no discharge in that war, and wickedness shall not deliver its possessors.
Their appearance is darker than soot; they are not recognized in the outside places. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up, it has become like wood.