The Lord made thunder in the heavens, and the voice of the Highest was sounding out: a rain of ice and fire.

The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,

You, O God, did freely send the rain, giving strength to the weariness of your heritage.

May he come down like rain on the cut grass; like showers watering the earth.

And he sent down manna like rain for their food, and gave them the grain of heaven.

Going through the valley of balsam-trees, they make it a place of springs; it is clothed with blessings by the early rain.

He sends down rain from his store-houses on the hills: the earth is full of the fruit of his works.

He gave them ice for rain, and flaming fire in their land.

He makes the mists go up from the ends of the earth; he makes thunder-flames for the rain; he sends out the winds from his store-houses.

By his hand the heaven is covered with clouds and rain is stored up for the earth; he makes the grass tall on the mountains.

Fire and rain of ice, snow and mists; storm-wind, doing his word: