Out of the south cometh the whirlwind: and cold out of the north.
Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
which maketh Arctu´rus, Ori´on, and Plei´ades, and the chambers of the south;
who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
The north wind driveth away rain: so doth an angry countenance a backbiting tongue.
The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a terrible land.
And the Lord shall be seen over them, and his arrow shall go forth as the lightning: and the Lord God shall blow the trumpet, and shall go with whirlwinds of the south.