When he made a decree for the rain, And a way for the lightning of the thunder;

He covereth his hands with the lightning, And giveth it a charge that it strike the mark.

Yea, he ladeth the thick cloud with moisture; He spreadeth abroad the cloud of his lightning:

Dost thou know how God layeth his charge upon them, And causeth the lightning of his cloud to shine?

Who hath cleft a channel for the waterflood, Or the way for the lightning of the thunder;

Why doth thy heart carry thee away? And why do thine eyes flash,

His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

After it a voice roareth; He thundereth with the voice of his majesty; And he restraineth not the lightnings when his voice is heard.

Canst thou send forth lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?

The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.