Their garments smell of tombs and caverns.

Hearken to a woman among them--'Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously!' Nay, put your forehead in the dust before them! They were tongues of God, his servants, who looked through heaven, and, seeing all the future, wrote what they saw, and left the writing to be proven by time.
Kings turned pale as they approached them, and nations trembled at the sound of their voices.

The elements waited upon them.

In their hands they carried every bounty and every plague.

See the Tishbite and his servant Elisha! See the sad son of Hilkiah, and him, the seer of visions, by the river of Chebar! And of the three children of Judah who refused the image of the Babylonian, lo! that one who, in the feast to the thousand lords, so confounded the astrologers.
And yonder--O my son, kiss the dust again!--yonder the gentle son of Amoz, from whom the world has its promise of the Messiah to come!" In this passage the fan had been kept in rapid play; it stopped now, and her voice sank low.
"You are tired," she said.
"No," he replied, "I was listening to a new song of Israel." The mother was still intent upon her purpose, and passed the pleasant speech.
"In such light as I could, my Judah, I have set our great men before you--patriarchs, legislators, warriors, singers, prophets.
Turn we to the best of Rome.