And thou shalt know that thy tent is in peace; and thou wilt survey thy fold, and miss nothing.

My root will be open to the waters, and the night mist will be on my branches,

Indeed, he draws up [the] drops of water; he distills [the] rain into its mist,

See, he is stretching out his mist, covering the tops of the mountains with it.

Has the rain a father? or who gave birth to the drops of night mist?

Out of whose body came the ice? and who gave birth to the cold mist of heaven?