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For he takes up the drops from the sea; he sends them through his mist as rain,

And who has knowledge of how the clouds are stretched out, or of the thunders of his tent?

See, he is stretching out his mist, covering the tops of the mountains with it.

He takes the light in his hands, sending it against the mark.

The thunder makes clear his passion, and the storm gives news of his wrath.

Give ear to the rolling noise of his voice; to the hollow sound which goes out of his mouth.

He sends it out through all the heaven, and his thunder-flame to the ends of the earth.

After it a voice is sounding, thundering out the word of his power; he does not keep back his thunder-flames; from his mouth his voice is sounding.

He puts an end to the work of every man, so that all may see his work.

And it goes this way and that, round about, turning itself by his guiding, to do whatever he gives orders to be done, on the face of his world of men,

Have you knowledge of God's ordering of his works, how he makes the light of his cloud to be seen?

There is no searching out of the Ruler of all: his strength and his judging are great; he is full of righteousness, doing no wrong.

Who gives in the evening the meat he is searching for, when his young ones are crying to God; when the young lions with loud noise go wandering after their food?

He makes sport of the noise of the town; the voice of the driver does not come to his ears;

He goes looking for his grass-lands in the mountains, searching out every green thing.

Will the ox of the mountains be your servant? or is his night's resting-place by your food-store?

Will you put your faith in him, because his strength is great? will you give the fruit of your work into his care?

Do you give strength to the horse? is it by your hand that his neck is clothed with power?

Is it through you that he is shaking like a locust, in the pride of his loud-sounding breath?

In his strength he goes out against the arms of war, turning not away from the sword.