It stood still, but I could not recognize its appearance, A form was before my eyes and I heard a murmur, a voice:
After the earthquake a fire, but Adonai was not in the fire. After the fire there was a soft whisper of a voice.
Then a spirit brushed over my face, and the hair of my flesh stood on end.
‘Can a mortal be righteous before God; or a man pure before his Creator?