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

Even though his stature reaches to the heavens and his head touches the clouds,

Thick clouds are a veil for him, so he does not see us, as he goes back and forth in the vault of heaven.’

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

Who can understand the spreading of the clouds, the thunderings of his pavilion?

He loads the clouds with moisture; he scatters his lightning through the clouds.

Do you know about the balancing of the clouds, that wondrous activity of him who is perfect in knowledge?

Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.