Job 38:9

I saw the earth, and, behold, it was waste and void, and the heavens, and they had no light.

You send out your Spirit and they are created. You renew the face of the ground.

Who has ascended up into heaven, and descended? Who has gathered the wind in his fists? Who has bound the waters in his garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son’s name, if you know?

For Yahweh who created the heavens, the God who formed the earth and made it, who established it and didn’t create it a waste, who formed it to be inhabited says: “I am Yahweh. There is no other.

Do you know the workings of the clouds, the wondrous works of him who is perfect in knowledge?

When he utters his voice, the waters in the heavens roar, and he causes the vapors to ascend from the ends of the earth. He makes lightnings for the rain, and brings the wind out of his treasuries.

By his Spirit the heavens are garnished. His hand has pierced the swift serpent.

I will lay it a wasteland. It won’t be pruned or hoed, but it will grow briers and thorns. I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain on it.”

It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them out like a tent to dwell in,

The earth was formless and empty. Darkness was on the surface of the deep and God’s Spirit was hovering over the surface of the waters.

He made darkness a shelter around himself: gathering of waters, and thick clouds of the skies.

He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not burst under them.

Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. How small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?”

He binds the streams that they don’t trickle. The thing that is hidden he brings out to light.

Yes, can any understand the spreading of the clouds, and the thunderings of his pavilion?

Its noise tells about him, and the livestock also concerning the storm that comes up.

Hear, oh, hear the noise of his voice, the sound that goes out of his mouth.

Who can count the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the containers of the sky,

He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

Yahweh also thundered in the sky. The Most High uttered his voice: hailstones and coals of fire.

He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind.

At your rebuke they fled. At the voice of your thunder they hurried away.

He causes the clouds to rise from the ends of the earth. He makes lightnings with the rain. He brings the wind out of his treasuries.

When there were no depths, I was born, when there were no springs abounding with water.

Yahweh is slow to anger, and great in power, and will by no means leave the guilty unpunished. Yahweh has his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.

The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.

God made the expanse, and divided the waters which were under the expanse from the waters which were above the expanse; and it was so.

She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.