From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out `to' light.
Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.
Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.
And the wisdom -- whence is it found? And where `is' this, the place of understanding?
I -- I have dug and drunk waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.
Who is saying to the deep, Be dry, and thy rivers I cause to dry up,
so, then, nothing before the time judge ye, till the Lord may come, who will both bring to light the hidden things of the darkness, and will manifest the counsels of the hearts, and then the praise shall come to each from God.