which the clouds drip down, and drop upon men plentifully.
For He draws up the drops of water; they distill rain into mist,
Also can any understand the spreading of the clouds, the crashing of His canopy?
Is there a father for the rain? Or who has given birth to the drops of dew?
Can you lift your voice to the clouds, so that floods of water may cover you?
You crown the year of Your goodness, and Your paths drip with fatness.
the depths were broken up by His knowledge, and the clouds dropped down the dew.