He sheweth by it `to' his friend substance, Anger against perversity.
Thunder from the heavens doth Jehovah, And the Most High giveth forth His voice.
Yea, doth `any' understand The spreadings out of a cloud? The noises of His tabernacle?
Also, at this my heart trembleth, And it moveth from its place.
Hearken diligently to the trembling of His voice, Yea, the sound from His mouth goeth forth.
The voice of Jehovah `is' on the waters, The God of glory hath thundered, Jehovah `is' on many waters.
How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.
Do not fear, O cattle of the field! For sprung forth have pastures of a wilderness, For the tree hath borne its fruit, Fig-tree and vine have given their strength!