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.

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 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.

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.

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 will, and you hear the sound it makes, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.”

then I discerned all that God has done: No one really comprehends what happens on earth. Despite all human efforts to discover it, no one can ever grasp it. Even if a wise person claimed that he understood, he would not really comprehend it.

How great are your works, O LORD! Your plans are very intricate!

Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how fathomless his ways!

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is an eternal God, the creator of the whole earth. He does not get tired or weary; there is no limit to his wisdom.

How many living things you have made, O LORD! You have exhibited great skill in making all of them; the earth is full of the living things you have made.

Whatever has happened is beyond human understanding; it is far deeper than anyone can fathom.

He does great and unsearchable things, marvelous things without number;

“ The dead tremble– those beneath the waters and all that live in them.The underworld is naked before God; the place of destruction lies uncovered.He spreads out the northern skies over empty space; he suspends the earth on nothing.He locks the waters in his clouds, and the clouds do not burst with the weight of them.He conceals the face of the full moon, shrouding it with his clouds.He marks out the horizon on the surface of the waters as a boundary between light and darkness.The pillars of the heavens tremble and are amazed at his rebuke.By his power he stills the sea; by his wisdom he cut Rahab the great sea monster to pieces.By his breath the skies became fair; his hand pierced the fleeing serpent.Indeed, these are but the outer fringes of his ways! How faint is the whisper we hear of him! But who can understand the thunder of his power?”

Remember to extol his work, which people have praised in song.All humanity has seen it; people gaze on it from afar.“ Yes, God is great– beyond our knowledge! The number of his years is unsearchable.He draws up drops of water; they distill the rain into its mist,which the clouds pour down and shower on humankind abundantly.Who can understand the spreading of the clouds, the thunderings of his pavilion?See how he scattered his lightning about him; he has covered the depths of the sea.It is by these that he judges the nations and supplies food in abundance.With his hands he covers the lightning, and directs it against its target.His thunder announces the coming storm, the cattle also, concerning the storm’s approach.

“ Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you possess understanding!Who set its measurements– if you know– or who stretched a measuring line across it?On what were its bases set, or who laid its cornerstone–when the morning stars sang in chorus, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?“ Who shut up the sea with doors when it burst forth, coming out of the womb,when I made the storm clouds its garment, and thick darkness its swaddling band,when I prescribed its limits, and set in place its bolts and doors,when I said,‘ To here you may come and no farther, here your proud waves will be confined’?Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, or made the dawn know its place,that it might seize the corners of the earth, and shake the wicked out of it?The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its features are dyed like a garment.Then from the wicked the light is withheld, and the arm raised in violence is broken.Have you gone to the springs that fill the sea, or walked about in the recesses of the deep?Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Have you seen the gates of deepest darkness?Have you considered the vast expanses of the earth? Tell me, if you know it all!“ In what direction does light reside, and darkness, where is its place,that you may take them to their borders and perceive the pathways to their homes?You know, for you were born before them; and the number of your days is great!Have you entered the storehouse of the snow, or seen the armory of the hail,which I reserve for the time of trouble, for the day of war and battle?In what direction is lightning dispersed, or the east winds scattered over the earth?Who carves out a channel for the heavy rains, and a path for the rumble of thunder,to cause it to rain on an uninhabited land, a desert where there are no human beings,to satisfy a devastated and desolate land, and to cause it to sprout with vegetation?Does the rain have a father, or who has fathered the drops of the dew?From whose womb does the ice emerge, and the frost from the sky, who gives birth to it,when the waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen solid?Can you tie the bands of the Pleiades, or release the cords of Orion?Can you lead out the constellations in their seasons, or guide the Bear with its cubs?Do you know the laws of the heavens, or can you set up their rule over the earth?Can you raise your voice to the clouds so that a flood of water covers you?Can you send out lightning bolts, and they go? Will they say to you,‘ Here we are’?Who has put wisdom in the heart, or has imparted understanding to the mind?Who by wisdom can count the clouds, and who can tip over the water jars of heaven,when the dust hardens into a mass, and the clumps of earth stick together?“ Do you hunt prey for the lioness, and satisfy the appetite of the lions,when they crouch in their dens, when they wait in ambush in the thicket?Who prepares prey for the raven, when its young cry out to God and wander about for lack of food?“ Are you acquainted with the way the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch as the wild deer give birth to their young?Do you count the months they must fulfill, and do you know the time they give birth?They crouch, they bear their young, they bring forth the offspring they have carried.Their young grow strong, and grow up in the open; they go off, and do not return to them.Who let the wild donkey go free? Who released the bonds of the donkey,to whom I appointed the steppe for its home, the salt wastes as its dwelling place?It scorns the tumult in the town; it does not hear the shouts of a driver.It ranges the hills as its pasture, and searches after every green plant.Is the wild ox willing to be your servant? Will it spend the night at your feeding trough?Can you bind the wild ox to a furrow with its rope, will it till the valleys, following after you?Will you rely on it because its strength is great? Will you commit your labor to it?Can you count on it to bring in your grain, and gather the grain to your threshing floor?“ The wings of the ostrich flap with joy, but are they the pinions and plumage of a stork?For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and lets them be warmed on the soil.She forgets that a foot might crush them, or that a wild animal might trample them.She is harsh with her young, as if they were not hers; she is unconcerned about the uselessness of her labor.For God deprived her of wisdom, and did not impart understanding to her.But as soon as she springs up, she laughs at the horse and its rider.“ Do you give the horse its strength? Do you clothe its neck with a mane?Do you make it leap like a locust? Its proud neighing is terrifying!It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.It laughs at fear and is not dismayed; it does not shy away from the sword.On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.In excitement and impatience it consumes the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet is blown.At the sound of the trumpet, it says,‘ Aha!’ And from a distance it catches the scent of battle, the thunderous shouting of commanders, and the battle cries.“ Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars, and spreads its wings toward the south?Is it at your command that the eagle soars, and builds its nest on high?It lives on a rock and spends the night there, on a rocky crag and a fortress.From there it spots its prey, its eyes gaze intently from a distance.And its young ones devour the blood, and where the dead carcasses are, there it is.”

O LORD, my God, you have accomplished many things; you have done amazing things and carried out your purposes for us. No one can thwart you! I want to declare them and talk about them, but they are too numerous to recount!

Certainly you made my mind and heart; you wove me together in my mother’s womb.I will give you thanks because your deeds are awesome and amazing. You knew me thoroughly;my bones were not hidden from you, when I was made in secret and sewed together in the depths of the earth.Your eyes saw me when I was inside the womb. All the days ordained for me were recorded in your scroll before one of them came into existence.

As for the Almighty, we cannot attain to him! He is great in power, but justice and abundant righteousness he does not oppress.