Study Desk

After it a voice roars. He thunders with the voice of his majesty; He doesn't hold back anything when his voice is heard.

God thunders marvelously with his voice. He does great things, which we can't comprehend.

For he says to the snow, 'Fall on the earth;' Likewise to the shower of rain, And to the showers of his mighty rain.

Yes, he loads the thick cloud with moisture. He spreads abroad the cloud of his lightning.

It is turned round about by his guidance, That they may do whatever he commands them On the surface of the habitable world,

Whether it is for correction, or for his land, Or for lovingkindness, that he causes it to come.

Do you know how God controls them, And causes the lightning of his cloud to shine?

Who provides for the raven his prey, When his young ones cry to God, And wander for lack of food?

Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.

Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?

Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?

When she lifts up herself on high, She scorns the horse and his rider.

"Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?

Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.

He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: He goes out to meet the armed men.

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, And makes his nest on high?

On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, On the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."