The north wind brings rain, And a secret tongue an enraged face.
For I fear lest, when I come, I do not find you such as I wish, and I be found by you such as you do not wish – lest there be strife, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, slander, gossip, puffings up, unrests,
slanderers, haters of Elohim, insolent, proud, boasters, devisers of evils, disobedient to parents,
For lack of wood, the fire goes out. And without a slanderer, strife ceases.
He has not slandered with his tongue, He has not done evil to his neighbour, Nor lifted up a reproach against his friend;
From the golden north it comes – with Eloah is awesome excellency.
Him who secretly slanders his neighbour I cut off; I do not tolerate one Who has a haughty look and a proud heart.
With unclean ones, mockers at feasts, Gnashing at me with their teeth.
From the room of the south comes the whirlwind, and cold from the scattering winds of the north.