Great(i)
21 And the Lorde sayde: beholde, there is a place by me, & thou shalt stonde vpon a rock:
22 and whyle my glory goeth forth, I will put the in a clyft of the rock: and wyll put myne hande vpon the, whyle I passe by.
23 And I wyll take awaye myne hande, & thou shalt se my back partes: but my face shall not be sene.