He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
O taste, and see that the Lord is sweet: blessed is the man that hopeth in him.
When God bloweth there cometh frost: and again the waters are poured out abundantly.
Are not thy garments hot when the south wind blows upon the earth?