He shrouded himself in darkness, in thick rain clouds.
He made the sky sink as he descended; a thick cloud was under his feet.
When Ben Hadad received this reply, he and the other kings were drinking in their quarters. He ordered his servants, “Get ready to attack!” So they got ready to attack the city.
Who can understand the spreading of the clouds, the thunderings of his pavilion?
He will surely give me shelter in the day of danger; he will hide me in his home; he will place me on an inaccessible rocky summit.
Dark clouds surround him; equity and justice are the foundation of his throne.