Were He to pass by me, I would not see Him; were He to move, I would not recognize Him.
If I go east, He is not there, and if I go west, I cannot find Him.
How much less, then, when you say that you do not see Him, that your case is before Him and you must wait for Him,
Your path led through the sea, Your way through the mighty waters, but Your footprints were not to be found.
He alone is immortal and dwells in unapproachable light. No one has ever seen Him, nor can anyone see Him. To Him be hon