Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.
For to snow He saith, `Be `on' the earth.' And the small rain and great rain of His power.
Hast thou come in unto the treasure of snow? Yea, the treasures of hail dost thou see?
From whose belly came forth the ice? And the hoar-frost of the heavens, Who hath begotten it?
Fire and hail, snow and vapour, Whirlwind doing His word;
For, as come down doth the shower, And the snow from the heavens, And thither returneth not, But hath watered the earth, And hath caused it to yield, and to spring up, And hath given seed to the sower, and bread to the eater,