זָכַךְ

If I wash myself with snow, and cleanse my hands with lye,

Behold, he puts no trust in his holy ones. Yes, the heavens are not clean in his sight;

Behold, even the moon has no brightness, and the stars are not pure in his sight;

Her nobles were purer than snow. They were whiter than milk. They were more ruddy in body than rubies. Their polishing was like sapphire.