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17 A word from him drives on the south wind,
    whirlwind, hurricane, and stormwind.
He makes the snow fly like birds;
    it settles down like swarms of locusts.
18 Its shining whiteness blinds the eyes,
    the mind marvels at its steady fall.
19 He scatters frost like salt;
    it shines like blossoms on the thornbush.

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