<p class="poetry">They<n id="1" /> are dark<n id="2" /> because of ice;p> <p class="poetry">snow is piled<n id="3" /> up over them.<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">The breath of God produces ice,p> <p class="poetry">and the breadth of the waters freeze solid.p>

<p class="poetry">From whose womb does the ice emerge,p> <p class="poetry">and the frost from the sky,<n id="1" /> who gives birth to it,p>

<p class="poetry">He throws his hailstones<n id="1" /> like crumbs.p> <p class="poetry">Who can withstand the cold wind he sends?<n id="2" />p>

I was consumed by scorching heat<n id="1" /> during the day and by piercing cold<n id="2" /> at night, and I went without sleep.<n id="3" />

<p class="bodytext">Over the heads of the living beings was something like a platform,<n id="1" /> glittering awesomely like ice,<n id="2" /> stretched out over their heads.

So the <sc>Lordsc> says concerning King Jehoiakim of Judah, &#8220;None of his line will occupy the throne of David.<n id="1" /> His dead body will be thrown out to be exposed to scorching heat by day and frost by night.<n id="2" />