Behold, God is exalted, and we do not know Him;
The number of His years is unsearchable.
For He draws up the drops of water,
They distill rain from the mist,
Which the clouds pour down,
They drip upon man abundantly.
Can anyone understand the spreading of the clouds,
The thundering of His pavilion?
Behold, He spreads His lightning about Him,
And He covers the depths of the sea.
4 thoughts on “Unsearchable”
Oh, the power of God! Love this translation. Blessings, friend!
Yes! I stand in awe. Overwhelmed in amazement. Thanks, Cathy!
Isn’t its beautiful – and comforting – to know our Almighty God has a purpose for ‘drops’ of water? He is truly unsearchable. Knowledge such as this leaves me pleasantly speechless.
Beautifully said, Charla. Yes, there is precious comfort in knowing and trusting in His purposes!