Behold, God is great, and we know him not; the number of his years is unsearchable.
For he draws up the drops of water, he distils his mist in rain
which the skies pour down, and drop upon man abundantly.
Can any one understand the spreading of the clouds, the thunderings of his pavilion?
Behold, he scatters his lightning about him, and covers the roots of the sea.
For by these he judges peoples; he gives food in abundance.
He covers his hands with the lightning, and commands it to strike the mark.
Its crashing declares concerning him, who is jealous with anger against iniquity.