18 Thou hast made an expanse with Him For the clouds -- strong as a hard mirror!
19 Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.
20 Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.
21 And now, they have not seen the light, Bright it 'is' in the clouds, And the wind hath passed by and cleanseth them.
22 From the golden north it cometh, Beside God 'is' fearful honour.
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