Still he spoke on their behalf, and the skies opened up; the windows of heaven poured out food, the mercy bread-manna. The grain of grace fell from the clouds.
It started in the six hundredth year of Noah’s life, in the second month on the seventeenth day. On that day, all the fountains of the subterranean deep cracked open and burst up through the ground. Heaven’s floodgates were opened,
I will make it a wasteland, and no one will cultivate the land. It will grow only weeds and thorns! I will command the clouds and they will not drop their rain upon it!