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Ps.147.17
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
Ps.147.17
He broadcasts hail like birdseed--who can survive his winter?
Ps.147.17
He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can withstand his icy blast?
Ps.147.17
He casts out His hail like morsels; Who can stand before His cold?
Ps.147.17
He hurls the hail like stones. Who can stand against his freezing cold?