Say not, I am hidden from God; And who shall remember me on high? In the mass of people I shall not be known; And what is my soul at the end of the spirits of all the sons of men?
Behold, the heaven, and the heaven of heavens, And the deep, and the earth; When he descendeth upon them, they tremble (?), At his visitation (?), and when he rageth.
The roots also of the mountains and the foundations of the world, When he looketh upon them, quake exceedingly.
Surely upon me he will not set his heart; And my ways who will consider?