Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?

A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,

And now, they have not seen the light, Bright it is in the clouds, And the wind hath passed by and cleanseth them.

Where is this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.

Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

To make for the wind a weight, And the waters He meted out in measure.

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.