The Lord, the Holy of Israel, the former thereof, saith these things, Ask ye me things to coming [or to come] on my sons, and send ye to me on the works of mine hands.
Woe to him that against-saith his maker, a tilestone of [the] earth of sands. Whether [the] clay saith to his potter, What makest thou, and thy work is without hands?
The son honoureth the father, and the servant shall dread his lord; therefore if I am the father, where is mine honour? and if I am the lord, where is my dread? saith the Lord of hosts. A! ye priests, to you that despise my name; and ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?
And afterward we had fathers of our flesh, teachers, and we with reverence dreaded them. Whether not much more we shall obey to the Father of spirits, and we shall live?