Oh, my mind is disturbed by this and is more troubled than usual.
Listen closely to the rumble of his voice, the roar issuing from his mouth.
He looses it under the whole sky, his lightning on earth's edges.
After it, a voice roars; he thunders with a mighty voice, and no one can stop it when his voice is heard.
God roars with his wondrous voice; he does great things we can't know.
He says to the snow, "Fall to earth," and to the downpour of rain, "Be a mighty shower."
He stamps the hand of every person so all can know his work.
The wild beast enters its lair, lies down in its den.
The storm comes from its chamber, the cold from the north wind.
By God's breath ice forms; water's expanse becomes solid.
He also fills clouds with moisture; his lightning scatters clouds.
He overturns the circling clouds; by his guidance they do their work, doing everything he commands over the entire earth.
Whether for punishment, for his world, or for kindness, God makes it all happen.
Hear this, Job; stop and ponder God's mighty deeds.
Do you realize that when God commands them, his clouds produce lightning?
Do you understand the positioning of the clouds, the amazing deeds of one with perfect knowledge,
you whose clothes are hot when earth is calmed by the south wind?
Can you form the sky with him, hard like a mirror made of metal?
Tell us what we should say to him; we can't present our case due to darkness.
Should someone inform him that I wish to speak, or would anyone say he wants to be devoured?
For now, no one can look at the sun; it is bright in the sky; the wind has passed and cleared away the clouds.
From the north comes golden light, the awesome splendor of God.
As for the Almighty, we can't find him— he is powerful and just, abundantly righteous— he won't respond.
Therefore, people fear him; none of the wise can see him.