will you, with him, spread out the clouds, solid as a mirror of molten metal?

Gaze at the heavens and see; consider the clouds, which are higher than you!

which the clouds pour down and shower on humankind abundantly.

Who by wisdom can count the clouds, and who can tip over the water jars of heaven,

But now, the sun cannot be looked at – it is bright in the skies – after a wind passed and swept the clouds away.