Out of the chamber [of the south] comes the storm, and cold out of the north.
who makes the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, and the chambers of the south,
The burden of the wilderness of the sea. As whirlwinds in the South sweep through, it comes from the wilderness, from a terrible land.
who lays the beams of his chambers in the waters, who makes the clouds his chariot, who walks upon the wings of the wind,
And LORD shall be seen over them. And his arrow shall go forth as the lightning. And lord LORD will blow the trumpet, and will go with whirlwinds of the south.
Then LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
He casts forth his ice like morsels. Who can stand before his cold?
The north wind brings forth rain. So does a backbiting tongue, an angry countenance.