Out of the south cometh the whirlwind: And cold out of the north.
Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, And the chambers of the south.
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.
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: Who maketh the clouds his chariot: Who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
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.
Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
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.