And that God would be willing to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.

On the flinty rock man has set to work with his hand; he has overturned mountains at their bases.

Nor is there an arbiter between us, who might lay his hand on us both,

for he stretches out his hand against God, and vaunts himself against the Almighty,

By his breath the skies became fair; his hand pierced the fleeing serpent.