The sluggard does not plow after the autumn,
So he begs during the harvest and has nothing.
The natives showed us extraordinary kindness; for because of the rain that had set in and because of the cold, they kindled a fire and received us all.
“Out of the south comes the storm,
And out of the north the cold.
He casts forth His ice as fragments;
Who can stand before His cold?
“From whose womb has come the ice?
And the frost of heaven, who has given it birth?
He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes. He casts forth His ice as fragments; Who can stand before His cold?