18. Canst thou with him spread out the sky, Which is strong as a molten mirror?
19. Teach us what we shall say unto him; For we cannot set our speech in order by reason of darkness.
20. Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?
21. And now men see not the light which is bright in the skies; But the wind passeth, and cleareth them.
22. Out of the north cometh golden splendor: God hath upon him terrible majesty.