He incloseth the face of his throne, And spreadeth his cloud upon it.
Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways: And how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?
Yea, he ladeth the thick cloud with moisture; He spreadeth abroad the cloud of his lightning:
Dost thou know the balancings of the clouds, The wondrous works of him who is perfect in knowledge?
He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, And as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
When he made firm the skies above, When the fountains of the deep became strong,