from men by your hand, Yahweh, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.

"I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and storm."

so pursue them with your tempest, and terrify them with your storm.

where the birds make their nests. The stork makes its home in the fir trees.

He makes the storm a calm, so that its waves are still.