Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.

风从何道来，骨头在怀孕妇人的胎中如何长成，你尚且不得知道；这样，行万事之神的作为，你更不得知道。

你不知道气息如何进入孕妇的骨头里；照样，造万物之上帝的作为，你也无从得知。

你不知道气息如何进入孕妇的骨头里；照样，造万物之神的作为，你也无从得知。

正如你不知道风的路线，不知道骨骼在母胎中如何形成，你也无法了解创造万物之上帝的作为。

你不晓得风的路向，不知道骨头如何在孕妇胎中形成，照样，创造万物之神的作为，你也不得而知。

风有怎样的道路，骨头怎样在孕妇的腹胎中形成，你都不明白；照样，造万物之神的作为，你也不明白。

風從何道來，骨頭在懷孕婦人的胎中如何長成，你尚且不得知道；這樣，行萬事之神的作為，你更不得知道。

你不知道氣息如何進入孕婦的骨頭裏；照樣，造萬物之上帝的作為，你也無從得知。

你不知道氣息如何進入孕婦的骨頭裏；照樣，造萬物之神的作為，你也無從得知。

正如你不知道風的路線，不知道骨骼在母胎中如何形成，你也無法瞭解創造萬物之上帝的作為。

你不曉得風的路向，不知道骨頭如何在孕婦胎中形成，照樣，創造萬物之神的作為，你也不得而知。

你怎樣不知道風吹的路向如何，和骨頭在孕婦腹中怎樣長成，你也照樣不知道那行萬事的上帝之作為。

風有怎樣的道路，骨頭怎樣在孕婦的腹胎中形成，你都不明白；照樣，造萬物之神的作為，你也不明白。

風之由來、孕婦之胎、其骨如何而長、爾既不知、則成萬事之上帝、其所經營、爾亦不知也、

婦有妊、爾不知魂靈如何而畀、骨骸如何而成。上帝締造萬物、其經綸非人所能知也。

風風或作生氣之路、爾所不知、婦有孕、骨骸如何成於胎、婦有孕骨骸如何成於胎或作胎在腹中如何成形爾所不知、如此、天主創造萬物、創造萬物或作成就萬事其經綸爾亦所不知、

As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.

You don’t know the path the wind takes. You don’t know how a baby is made inside its mother. So you can’t understand how God works either. He made everything.

As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything.

Just as you don’t know the path of the wind, or how bones develop in the womb of a pregnant woman, so also you don’t know the work of God who makes everything.

Just as you do not know the path of the wind, and how bones are formed in the womb of the pregnant woman, so you do not know the activity of God who makes everything.

As you do not know what is the way of the wind, Or how the bones grow in the womb of her who is with child, So you do not know the works of God who makes everything.

As thou knowest not what is the way of the wind, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child; even so thou knowest not the work of God who doeth all.

Just as you don’t know the path of the wind, or how bones develop in the womb of a pregnant woman, so you don’t know the work of God who makes everything.

As thou knowest not what[ is] the way of the spirit,[ nor] how the bones[ do grow] in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.

Just as you do not know the path of the wind, or how the bones form in the womb of a pregnant woman, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything.

As you don’t know what is the way of the wind, nor how the bones grow in the womb of her who is with child; even so you don’t know the work of God who does all.

The wind blows wherever it wants. Just as you can hear the wind but can’t tell where it comes from or where it is going, so you can’t explain how people are born of the Spirit.”

I realized that no one can discover everything God is doing under the sun. Not even the wisest people discover everything, no matter what they claim.

O Lord, what great works you do! And how deep are your thoughts.

Oh, how great are God’s riches and wisdom and knowledge! How impossible it is for us to understand his decisions and his ways!

Have you never heard? Have you never understood? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of all the earth. He never grows weak or weary. No one can measure the depths of his understanding.

O Lord, what a variety of things you have made! In wisdom you have made them all. The earth is full of your creatures.

Wisdom is always distant and difficult to find.

He does great things too marvelous to understand. He performs countless miracles.

“ The dead tremble— those who live beneath the waters.The underworld is naked in God’s presence. The place of destruction is uncovered.God stretches the northern sky over empty space and hangs the earth on nothing.He wraps the rain in his thick clouds, and the clouds don’t burst with the weight.He covers the face of the moon, shrouding it with his clouds.He created the horizon when he separated the waters; he set the boundary between day and night.The foundations of heaven tremble; they shudder at his rebuke.By his power the sea grew calm. By his skill he crushed the great sea monster.His Spirit made the heavens beautiful, and his power pierced the gliding serpent.These are just the beginning of all that he does, merely a whisper of his power. Who, then, can comprehend the thunder of his power?”

Instead, glorify his mighty works, singing songs of praise.Everyone has seen these things, though only from a distance.“ Look, God is greater than we can understand. His years cannot be counted.He draws up the water vapor and then distills it into rain.The rain pours down from the clouds, and everyone benefits.Who can understand the spreading of the clouds and the thunder that rolls forth from heaven?See how he spreads the lightning around him and how it lights up the depths of the sea.By these mighty acts he nourishes the people, giving them food in abundance.He fills his hands with lightning bolts and hurls each at its target.The thunder announces his presence; the storm announces his indignant anger.

“ Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell me, if you know so much.Who determined its dimensions and stretched out the surveying line?What supports its foundations, and who laid its cornerstoneas the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?“ Who kept the sea inside its boundaries as it burst from the womb,and as I clothed it with clouds and wrapped it in thick darkness?For I locked it behind barred gates, limiting its shores.I said,‘ This far and no farther will you come. Here your proud waves must stop!’“ Have you ever commanded the morning to appear and caused the dawn to rise in the east?Have you made daylight spread to the ends of the earth, to bring an end to the night’s wickedness?As the light approaches, the earth takes shape like clay pressed beneath a seal; it is robed in brilliant colors.The light disturbs the wicked and stops the arm that is raised in violence.“ Have you explored the springs from which the seas come? Have you explored their depths?Do you know where the gates of death are located? Have you seen the gates of utter gloom?Do you realize the extent of the earth? Tell me about it if you know!“ Where does light come from, and where does darkness go?Can you take each to its home? Do you know how to get there?But of course you know all this! For you were born before it was all created, and you are so very experienced!“ Have you visited the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of hail?( I have reserved them as weapons for the time of trouble, for the day of battle and war.)Where is the path to the source of light? Where is the home of the east wind?“ Who created a channel for the torrents of rain? Who laid out the path for the lightning?Who makes the rain fall on barren land, in a desert where no one lives?Who sends rain to satisfy the parched ground and make the tender grass spring up?“ Does the rain have a father? Who gives birth to the dew?Who is the mother of the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens?For the water turns to ice as hard as rock, and the surface of the water freezes.“ Can you direct the movement of the stars— binding the cluster of the Pleiades or loosening the cords of Orion?Can you direct the constellations through the seasons or guide the Bear with her cubs across the heavens?Do you know the laws of the universe? Can you use them to regulate the earth?“ Can you shout to the clouds and make it rain?Can you make lightning appear and cause it to strike as you direct?Who gives intuition to the heart and instinct to the mind?Who is wise enough to count all the clouds? Who can tilt the water jars of heavenwhen the parched ground is dry and the soil has hardened into clods?“ Can you stalk prey for a lioness and satisfy the young lions’ appetitesas they lie in their dens or crouch in the thicket?Who provides food for the ravens when their young cry out to God and wander about in hunger?“ Do you know when the wild goats give birth? Have you watched as deer are born in the wild?Do you know how many months they carry their young? Are you aware of the time of their delivery?They crouch down to give birth to their young and deliver their offspring.Their young grow up in the open fields, then leave home and never return.“ Who gives the wild donkey its freedom? Who untied its ropes?I have placed it in the wilderness; its home is the wasteland.It hates the noise of the city and has no driver to shout at it.The mountains are its pastureland, where it searches for every blade of grass.“ Will the wild ox consent to being tamed? Will it spend the night in your stall?Can you hitch a wild ox to a plow? Will it plow a field for you?Given its strength, can you trust it? Can you leave and trust the ox to do your work?Can you rely on it to bring home your grain and deliver it to your threshing floor?“ The ostrich flaps her wings grandly, but they are no match for the feathers of the stork.She lays her eggs on top of the earth, letting them be warmed in the dust.She doesn’t worry that a foot might crush them or a wild animal might destroy them.She is harsh toward her young, as if they were not her own. She doesn’t care if they die.For God has deprived her of wisdom. He has given her no understanding.But whenever she jumps up to run, she passes the swiftest horse with its rider.“ Have you given the horse its strength or clothed its neck with a flowing mane?Did you give it the ability to leap like a locust? Its majestic snorting is terrifying!It paws the earth and rejoices in its strength when it charges out to battle.It laughs at fear and is unafraid. It does not run from the sword.The arrows rattle against it, and the spear and javelin flash.It paws the ground fiercely and rushes forward into battle when the ram’s horn blows.It snorts at the sound of the horn. It senses the battle in the distance. It quivers at the captain’s commands and the noise of battle.“ Is it your wisdom that makes the hawk soar and spread its wings toward the south?Is it at your command that the eagle rises to the heights to make its nest?It lives on the cliffs, making its home on a distant, rocky crag.From there it hunts its prey, keeping watch with piercing eyes.Its young gulp down blood. Where there’s a carcass, there you’ll find it.”

O Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for us. Your plans for us are too numerous to list. You have no equal. If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds, I would never come to the end of them.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous— how well I know it.You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.

We cannot imagine the power of the Almighty; but even though he is just and righteous, he does not destroy us.