And made of the darkness around him, pavilions,—gathering of waters, clouds of vapours.
Clouds and thick darkness, are round about him, Righteousness and justice, are the establishing of his throne.
Then he stretched out the heavens, and came down,—and, thick gloom, was under his feet;
For he will hide me in his pavilion, in the day of calamity,—He will conceal me, in the secrecy of his tent, Within a rock, will he set me on high.
But surely none can understand the burstings of the cloud, the crashing of his pavilion!
And it came to pass, when he heard this message, as, he, was drinking, he and the kings in the pavilions, that he said unto his servants—Make ready! So they made ready, against the city.