He gives rain to the earth
and sends water to the fields.

They let their little ones run around like lambs;
their children skip about,

For what does he care about his family once he is dead,
when the number of his months has run out?

when He established a limit for the rain
and a path for the lightning,

They waited for me as for the rain
and opened their mouths as for spring showers.

For He makes waterdrops evaporate;
they distill the rain into its mist,

Who cuts a channel for the flooding rain
or clears the way for lightning,

to bring rain on an uninhabited land,
on a desert with no human life,

Does the rain have a father?
Who fathered the drops of dew?

He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing;
he does not run from the sword.