"Prove now you are worthy of your Scriptural claims. If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down, for it is written, 'He will command his angels concerning you,' and 'On their hands they will bear you up, lest you strike your foot against a stone.' Or are you not God's new Melchizedek?" His sarcasm carried particular venom when he mocked Jesus's phrase, "it is written." Jesus swallowed and replied, "On the other hand, it is also written, 'You shall not put Yahweh your god to the test.'" Belial scoffed, "Oh, how petty." Another gust of wind blew from below. Jesus's cloak flew up and obscured his vision. When it came down, he saw he was on the precipice of a deep ridge back in the desert. Had he ever left? The gust of desert wind suddenly went still. Jesus found it difficult to breathe in the stifling deadness of the heat. Was he dizzy from the height or from his malnutrition? Now, he heard whispering voices of malignant evil all around him. The cacophony was enough to make a human go insane. But Jesus was no mere human."