Job 38:22-30

The Voice

²²     Have you visited the vast, cold treasury where the snow is stored,
        or have you gazed on the shimmering, frozen armories where the hail is held,
²³     The hail which I keep on reserve for the time of great trouble,
        for the day of battle, the day of war?
²⁴     Where is the way to the realm where light is scattered across creation,
        and where is the field where the east wind is divided up
        and sent across the face of the earth?

²⁵     Who cut the channel for the flooding rivers
        or paved a path for the thunderbolt
²⁶     So that rain might fall on an uninhabited land,
        even on a wilderness where no human sets foot
²⁷     So that the desolate desert and the withering wasteland are satisfied,
        so that the grass is made to sprout in that seemingly forsaken place?
²⁸     And does the rain have a father?
        Who sires the drops of dew?
²⁹     From whose womb comes the ice?
        And who gives birth to the sky’s pale, thick frost?
³⁰     When water seems to turn to stone,
        the face of the deep freezes to imprison its inhabitants.