“Hear now, O mortal seed, and incline thine ear to the whispers of eternity.
For the Maker of realms moveth unseen upon the void,
fashioning tempest and flame, quake and flood, each at His pleasure.
Let hearts be heavy with dread, for the breath of His word
summoneth ruin as swiftly as it summoneth life.”
“Go forth, ye children of dust, and number thy days with trembling.
For His eye regardeth thee from on high,
and His hand waiteth not to lay waste or to preserve.
Walk humbly beneath the heavens, lest His wrath awaken,
and thou be swept as chaff before the storm.”
