Who made the Bear and Orion, and the Pleiades, and the store-houses of the south:

For I would be crushed by his storm, my wounds would be increased without cause.

How frequently are they as dry stems before the wind, or as grass taken away by the storm-wind?

Fears overtake him like rushing waters; in the night the storm-wind takes him away.

Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.

If I was glad because my wealth was great, and because my hand had got together a great store;

The thunder makes clear his passion, and the storm gives news of his wrath.

For he says to the snow, Make the earth wet; and to the rain-storm, Come down.

Out of its place comes the storm-wind, and the cold out of its store-houses.

And the Lord made answer to Job out of the storm-wind, and said,

Which is the way to the resting-place of the light, and where is the store-house of the dark;

Have you come into the secret place of snow, or have you seen the store-houses of the ice-drops,

Will the ox of the mountains be your servant? or is his night's resting-place by your food-store?

Then the Lord made answer to Job out of the storm-wind, and said,