Job 38: 29 - 30

The ice lay thick upon the land

Its cold chill cloaked the world

How could I live within its heart,

Where bitter winds unfurled?

Where did such bitterness come from;

How could it bind me in its arms;

When did my world become so cold

And filled with winter’s harms?

The cold is born of God’s fierce will;

The icy winds and frost,

The biting pain fulfills his plan,

It’s measured in its cost.

For He has given life to all,

And life is His to take,

But spring will follow winter’s frost;

His death healed our mistake.

^{Job 38: 29-30} 

²⁹ From whose womb comes the ice?
   Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
³⁰ when the waters become hard as stone,
   when the surface of the deep is frozen?