They are dark because of ice; snow is piled up over them.

The breath of God produces ice, and the breadth of the waters freeze solid.

From whose womb does the ice emerge, and the frost from the sky, who gives birth to it,

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

I was consumed by scorching heat during the day and by piercing cold at night, and I went without sleep.

Over the heads of the living beings was something like a platform, glittering awesomely like ice, stretched out over their heads.

So the Lord says concerning King Jehoiakim of Judah, “None of his line will occupy the throne of David. His dead body will be thrown out to be exposed to scorching heat by day and frost by night.