He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be gray-headed.
And let them be for lights in the expanse of the heavens to give light upon the earth. And it was so.
And the earth was without form and empty. And darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved on the face of the waters.
And you shall go to your fathers in peace. You shall be buried in a good old age.
And Abraham expired and died in a good old age, old and satisfied. And he was gathered to his people.
And he said, My son shall not go down with you. For his brother is dead, and he is left alone. And if mischief should happen to him by the way you go, then you shall bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
The deep says, It is not in me; and the sea says, It is not in me.
Have you gone to the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in search of the depths?
The waters are hidden like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.
He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
On earth there is nothing like him, one made without fear.
The gray head is a crown of glory, if it is found in the way of righteousness.
The glory of young men is their strength; and the beauty of old men is the gray head.