Three things are too wonderful for me, yes, four I cannot understand:
“Who is this who obscures counsel with ignorance?” I have spoken but did not understand; things too marvelous for me, which I did not know.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, far too lofty for me to reach.
The eye that mocks a father, or scorns the homage due a mother, Will be plucked out by brook ravens; devoured by a brood of vultures.
The way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a serpent upon a rock, The way of a ship on the high seas, and the way of a man with a woman.