Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it?

The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.

Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?

Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts? or who hath given understanding to the heart?

When the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave fast together?

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.

They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries; because I follow the thing that good is.

Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the LORD,