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