The third heaven is unutterable and You have made them;
That which is heard cannot be repeated and You have spoken it.
How much less can man utter You?
Your works are innumerable,
And You do the works
Which man can tell of You?
The only One who has seen Him can tell of Him;
He resembles Him fully and the name is in Him;
So man can see Him and yet live to tell of Him;
And he is given understanding.
Your name is too wonderful to comprehend.
Living are You and nothing escapes Your notice.
You watch with a watchfulness — unescaping;
Your eyes are flames of fire.
You see the works of man, that they are nothing;
They are burned up at the appearance of You;
Your foot will step on earth and nothing will stand;
The heavens will hide its face, and the earth will melt with heat.