For he wounds, but he also bandages; he strikes, but his hands also heal.

All of their hands will hang limp; their knees will be wet with urine.

For this reason all hands hang limp, every human heart loses its courage.

Then there was a voice from above the platform over their heads when they stood still.

When they moved, I heard the sound of their wings – it was like the sound of rushing waters, or the voice of the Almighty, or the tumult of an army. When they stood still, they lowered their wings.