Dost thou know the balancings of a cloud? The wonders of the Perfect in knowledge?
Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.
Yea, doth `any' understand The spreadings out of a cloud? The noises of His tabernacle?
For, truly, my words `are' not false, The perfect in knowledge `is' with thee.
Hear this, O Job, Stand and consider the wonders of God.
Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?
How thy garments `are' warm, In the quieting of the earth from the south?
God thundereth with His voice wonderfully, Doing great things and we know not.
Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.
How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions.
Great `is' our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.
We do not hide from their sons, To a later generation recounting praises of Jehovah, And His strength, and His wonders that He hath done.
He who is sitting on the circle of the earth, And its inhabitants `are' as grasshoppers, He who is stretching out as a thin thing the heavens, And spreadeth them as a tent to dwell in.