²⁹ From whose belly came forth the ice? And the hoar-frost of the heavens, Who hath begotten it?

¹⁶ Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.

¹⁷ Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?

¹⁰ From the breath of God is frost given, And the breadth of waters is straitened,

¹⁶ That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.

⁸ And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.