“The dead tremble – those beneath the waters and all that live in them.

Terrors overwhelm him like a flood; at night a whirlwind carries him off.

When he made the force of the wind and measured the waters with a gauge.

What man is like Job, who drinks derision like water!

when the waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen solid?

Can you raise your voice to the clouds so that a flood of water covers you?

For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.

Can the papyrus plant grow tall where there is no marsh? Can reeds flourish without water?

If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands clean with lye,

For you will forget your trouble; you will remember it like water that has flowed away.

If he holds back the waters, then they dry up; if he releases them, they destroy the land.

at the scent of water it will flourish and put forth shoots like a new plant.

As water disappears from the sea, or a river drains away and dries up,

how much less man, who is abominable and corrupt, who drinks in evil like water!

You gave the weary no water to drink and from the hungry you withheld food.

why it is so dark you cannot see, and why a flood of water covers you.

The drought as well as the heat carry away the melted snow; so the grave takes away those who have sinned.

He locks the waters in his clouds, and the clouds do not burst with the weight of them.

My roots reach the water, and the dew lies on my branches all night long.

He draws up drops of water; they distill the rain into its mist,