4:2 If one assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?
4:10 The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, And the teeth of the young lions, are broken.
4:16 It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof; A form was before mine eyes: `There was' silence, and I heard a voice, `saying',
4:19 How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!