and suddenly there came a mighty great wind out of the South, and smote the four corners of the house: which fell upon thy children, so that they are dead, and I alone am gotten away, to tell thee."

Who makes the Bear, Orion and the Pleiades,
And the chambers of the south;

On the north, where he worketh, but I get no vision, He hideth himself on the south that I cannot see him.

"From the south, a whirlwind proceeds, out of the icy north winds.

How thy garments are warm, In the quieting of the earth from the south?

By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?