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?