Which the skies pour down And drop upon man abundantly.
By his knowledge the depths were broken up, And the skies drop down the dew.
For he draweth up the drops of water, Which distil in rain from his vapour:
Yea, can any understand the spreadings of the clouds, The thunderings of his pavilion?
Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover thee?
Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; And thy paths drop fatness.
