A tempest blows out from its chamber, icy cold from the driving winds.

They spend the night naked because they lack clothing; they have no covering against the cold.

He throws his hailstones like crumbs. Who can withstand the cold wind he sends?

Like one who takes off a garment on a cold day, or like vinegar poured on soda, so is one who sings songs to a heavy heart.

Your courtiers are like locusts, your officials are like a swarm of locusts! They encamp in the walls on a cold day, yet when the sun rises, they fly away; and no one knows where they are.