While the earth goes on, seed time and the getting in of the grain, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, will not come to an end.

This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.

Now King David was old and far on in years; and though they put covers over him, his body was cold.

And Shallun, the son of Col-hozeh, the ruler of the division of Mizpah, made good the doorway of the fountain, building it up and covering it and putting up its doors, with their locks and rods, with the wall of the pool of Shelah by the king's garden, as far as the steps which go down from the town of David.

And Maaseiah, the son of Baruch, the son of Col-hozeh, the son of Hazaiah, the son of Adaiah, the son of Joiarib, the son of Zechariah, the son of the Shilonite.

They take their rest at night without clothing, and have no cover in the cold.

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

Out of whose body came the ice? and who gave birth to the cold mist of heaven?

He sent ice for the destruction of their vines; their trees were damaged by the bitter cold.

He sends down ice like raindrops: water is made hard by his cold.

As the cold of snow in the time of grain-cutting, so is a true servant to those who send him; for he gives new life to the soul of his master.

Like one who takes off clothing in cold weather and like acid on a wound, is he who makes melody to a sad heart.

As cold water to a tired soul, so is good news from a far country.

This is why their townsmen had no power, they were broken and put to shame; they were like the grass of the field, or a green plant; like the grass on the house-tops, which a cold wind makes waste.

As the spring keeps its waters cold, so she keeps her evil in her: the sound of cruel and violent behaviour is in her; before me at all times are disease and wounds.

Will the white snow go away from the top of Sirion? will the cold waters flowing from the mountains become dry?

For this reason the Lord has said of Jehoiakim, king of Judah, He will have no son to take his place on the seat of David: his dead body will be put out to undergo the heat of the day and the cold of the night.

Your crowned ones are like the locusts, and your scribes like the clouds of insects which take cover in the walls on a cold day, but when the sun comes up they go in flight, and are seen no longer in their place.

And in that day there will be no heat or cold or ice;