Wondrous depth of Thy words! whose surface, behold! is before us, inviting to little ones; yet are they a wondrous depth.
O my God, a wondrous depth! It is awful to look therein; an awfulness of honour, and a trembling of love. The enemies thereof
I hate vehemently; oh that Thou wouldest slay them with Thy two-edged sword, that they might no longer be enemies unto it:
for so do I love to have them slain unto themselves, that they may live unto Thee. But behold others not
faultfinders, but extollers of the book of Genesis; “The Spirit of God,” say they, “Who by His servant Moses wrote these
things, would not have those words thus understood; He would not have it understood, as thou sayest, but otherwise, as we
say.” Unto Whom Thyself, O Thou God all, being judge, do I thus answer.