And now men see not the light which is bright in the skies;\par\tab But the wind passeth, and cleareth them.
Who hath cleft a channel for the waterflood,\par\tab Or the way for the lightning of the thunder;
He covereth his hands with the lightning,\par\tab And giveth it a charge that it strike the mark.
He incloseth the face of his throne,\par\tab And spreadeth his cloud upon it.
Shall it be told him that I would speak?\par\tab Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?\par
Out of the north cometh golden splendor:\par\tab God hath upon him terrible majesty.