Job 38:27-29

The Voice

²⁷     So that the desolate desert and the withering wasteland are satisfied,
        so that the grass is made to sprout in that seemingly forsaken place?
²⁸     And does the rain have a father?
        Who sires the drops of dew?
²⁹     From whose womb comes the ice?
        And who gives birth to the sky’s pale, thick frost?