which the skies pour down, and drop upon man abundantly.
For he draws up the drops of water, he distils his mist in rain
Can any one understand the spreading of the clouds, the thunderings of his pavilion?
“Has the rain a father, or who has begotten the drops of dew?
“Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, that a flood of waters may cover you?
Thou crownest the year with thy bounty; the tracks of thy chariot drip with fatness.
by his knowledge the deeps broke forth, and the clouds drop down the dew.