He covers His hands with lightning and commands it to strike its target.
He covers the face of the full moon, spreading His clouds over it.
He loads the cloud with moisture; He scatters His cloud of lightning.
It swirls around by His guidance, to do whatever He commands on the face of the inhabited world.
Do you know how God orders them, and makes the lightning flash in His cloud?
Can you send out lightning bolts, so they go? Will they say to you, ‘Here we are’?
He makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth. He makes lightning for the rain. He brings wind out of His storehouses.
fire and hail, snow and vapor, storm wind doing His bidding,
He rode upon a cheruv and flew. He soared on the wings of the wind.
He shot His arrows and scattered them, hurled lightning bolts and routed them.
With neither sun nor stars appearing for many days, and no small storm pressing on us, all hope of our survival was vanishing.