For, he, woundeth that he may bind up, He smiteth through, that, his own hands, may heal.

Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling,

To them alone, was the earth given, and no alien passed through their midst:

Wilt thou say then, What doth GOD know? Out through a thick cloud, can he judge?

With the sweeping rain of the mountains, are they wet, and, through having no shelter, they embrace a rock.

When his lamp shone over my head, by whose light, I could go through darkness;

As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.

For he draweth up drops of water, They trickle as rain through his mist;

Hast thou entered as far as the springs of the sea? Or, through the secret recesses of the resounding deep, hast thou wandered?

Who hath removed his outer garment, through his double row of teeth, who would enter?