Out of the chamber of the south cometh the storm: And cold out of the north.
Which maketh the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the south.
The burden of the wilderness of the sea. As whirlwinds in the South sweep through, it cometh from the wilderness, from a terrible land.
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters; Who maketh the clouds his chariot; Who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
And the LORD shall be seen over them, and his arrow shall go forth as the lightning: and the Lord GODshall blow the trumpet, and shall go with whirlwinds of the south.
Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: Who can stand before his cold?
The north wind bringeth forth rain: So doth a backbiting tongue an angry countenance.