And now men cannot look upon the light when it is bright in the clouds; when the wind has passed and cleared them.
He covers the face of His throne, spreading His cloud over it.
He covers over His palms with the lightning, and commands it to strike the mark;
Shall it be told to Him that I would speak? If a man speaks, surely he will be swallowed up.
Golden splendor comes out of the north; upon God is awesome majesty.
Who has split a channel for the flood; or a way for the thunderclaps,