Which the skies pour down And drop upon man abundantly.
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.
By his knowledge the depths were broken up, And the skies drop down the dew.