Who made the Bear, the Giant and the Cluster, 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.

That thy garments should be hot when he quieteth the earth from the south?

Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?