which the skies pour down and drop upon mortals abundantly.
by his knowledge the deeps broke open, and the clouds drop down the dew.
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.