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