If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;

Behold, he putteth no trust in his saints; yea, the heavens are not clean in his sight.

Behold even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight.

Her Nazarites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk, they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was of sapphire: