You must not jest with the Lord.

There, take it." And so saying, Beka took a magnificent bunch of grapes out of her basket, and handed it to him.
He took it, and by way of thanks said: "Beka, a year hence there'll be some one who will find in you that sweet experience which I vainly seek in the Prophets." Whereupon she swiftly went her way towards the blue smoke that rose up behind the palms of Hium.
It was no wonder that the fisherman gazed after her for a long time.
Although he cared little for the society of his fellow-creatures, because they were too shallow to sympathise with what occupied his thoughts, he felt a cheerless void when he was alone.

He was misunderstood on earth, and forsaken by Heaven.

He feared the elements, and the Scriptures did not satisfy him.

Then the little man threw himself on his face, put his hand into the water of the lake, and sprinkled his brow with it.