In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, on the seventeenth day of the month, on the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened.
And Israel dwelleth in safety, The fountain of Jacob alone, In a land of grain and new wine; Yea, his heavens drop down dew.
Which the skies pour down And drop upon man abundantly.
Or (who) shut up the sea with doors, When it brake forth, (as if) it had issued out of the womb;
When I made clouds the garment thereof, And thick darkness a swaddling-band for it,