And he went in flight through the air, seated on a storm-cloud: going quickly on the wings of the wind.

O how great is your grace, which you have put in store for your worshippers, and which you have made clear to those who had faith in you, before the sons of men!

He makes the waters of the sea come together in a mass; he keeps the deep seas in store-houses.

Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.

If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place.

It has come to our ears, O God, our fathers have given us the story, of the works which you did in their days, in the old times,

I will put my teaching into a story; I will make my dark sayings clear with music.

I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.

The voice of your thunder went rolling on; the world was flaming with the light of the storm; the earth was shaking.

Opening my mouth I will give out a story, even the dark sayings of old times;

Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?

You have rule over the sea in storm; when its waves are troubled, you make them calm.

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

Where the birds have their resting-places; as for the stork, the tall trees are her house.

For at his word comes up the storm-wind, lifting high the waves.

He makes the storm into a calm, so that the waves are at peace.

A store of wealth will be in his house, and his righteousness will be for ever.

Life and not death will be my part, and I will give out the story of the works of the Lord.

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.

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