which the skies pour down and drop upon mortals abundantly.
For he draws up the drops of water; he distills his mist in rain,
Can anyone understand the spreading of the clouds, the thunderings of his pavilion?
“Has the rain a father, or who has fathered the drops of dew?
“Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, so that a flood of waters may cover you?
You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon tracks overflow with richness.
by his knowledge the deeps broke open, and the clouds drop down the dew.