He unquestionably was not caught in the meshes of carnal jealousy, observing that it was not his personal injuries but the sins of his son that moved him. And although your sins be as scarlet, I will make them as white as wool, and even though they be like crimson, I will make them as white as snow. For blessed are they who look at for Him, and so make on their own like the angels, whom we call watchers.