When this voice was conveyed from heaven, we ourselves heard it, for we were with him on the holy mountain.

These men are waterless springs and mists driven by a storm, for whom the utter depths of darkness have been reserved.

Dear friends, this is already the second letter I have written you, in which I am trying to stir up your pure mind by way of reminder:

But these men, like irrational animals – creatures of instinct, born to be caught and destroyed – do not understand whom they are insulting, and consequently in their destruction they will be destroyed,

For he received honor and glory from God the Father, when that voice was conveyed to him by the Majestic Glory: “This is my dear Son, in whom I am delighted.”