Which the skies pour down and which drop on man abundantly.
For he draws up the drops of water, which distill in rain from his vapor,
Yes, can any understand the spreading of the clouds, and the thunderings of his pavilion?
Does the rain have a father? Or who fathers the drops of dew?
*Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover you?
You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
By his knowledge, the depths were broken up, and the skies drop down the dew.