Who has scooped up the oceanin his two hands,or measured the sky between his thumb and little finger,Who has put all the earth’s dirt in one of his baskets,weighed each mountain and hill?Who could ever have told God what to door taught him his business?What expert would he have gone to for advice,what school would he attend to learn justice?What god do you suppose might have taught him what he knows,showed him how things work?Why, the nations are but a drop in a bucket,a mere smudge on a window.Watch him sweep up the islandslike so much dust off the floor!There aren’t enough trees in Lebanonnor enough animals in those vast foreststo furnish adequate fuel and offerings for his worship.All the nations add up to simply nothing before him—less than nothing is more like it. A minus.