He made darkness his hiding-place, his pavilion round about him, Darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.
At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, Hailstones and coals of fire.
Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: (They are) like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear,
Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, And art acquainted with all my ways.