It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof; A form was before mine eyes: There was silence, and 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?