The wind blows south, the wind blows north; round and round it blows over and over again.
You almost melt in the heat of fierce desert winds when the sky is like brass.
The storms of winter strike,
At his command a storm arose, and waves covered the sea.
He made the storm stop and the sea be quiet.
All rivers empty into the sea, but it never spills over; one by one the rivers return to their source.
No one can explain how a baby breathes before it is born. So how can anyone explain what God does? After all, he created everything.
But the LORD made a strong wind blow, and such a bad storm came up that the ship was about to be broken to pieces.
Anyone who hears and obeys these teachings of mine is like a wise person who built a house on solid rock.
The rain poured down, the rivers flooded, and the winds blew and beat against that house. Finally, it fell with a crash.
Only God's Spirit gives new life. The Spirit is like the wind that blows wherever it wants to. You can hear the wind, but you don't know where it comes from or where it is going.