From its chamber comes the whirlwind, and cold from the scattering winds.
Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind:
who made the Bear and Orion, the Pleiades and the chambers of the south;
you set the beams of your chambers on the waters, you make the clouds your chariot, you ride on the wings of the wind,
He hurls down hail like crumbs— who can stand before his cold?
The north wind produces rain, and a backbiting tongue, angry looks.
The oracle concerning the wilderness of the sea. As whirlwinds in the Negeb sweep on, it comes from the desert, from a terrible land.
Then the Lord will appear over them, and his arrow go forth like lightning; the Lord God will sound the trumpet and march forth in the whirlwinds of the south.