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.

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.

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.

The wind blows where it wants to, and you hear its sound, but don’t know where it comes from and where it is going. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.”

then I saw all the work of God, that man can’t find out the work that is done under the sun, because however much a man labors to seek it out, yet he won’t find it. Yes even though a wise man thinks he can comprehend it, he won’t be able to find it.

How great are your works, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.

Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past tracing out!

Haven’t you known? Haven’t you heard? The everlasting God, Yahweh, the Creator of the ends of the earth, doesn’t faint. He isn’t weary. His understanding is unsearchable.

Yahweh, how many are your works! In wisdom, you have made them all. The earth is full of your riches.

That which is, is far off and exceedingly deep. Who can find it out?

who does great things that can’t be fathomed, marvelous things without number;

“ The departed spirits tremble, those beneath the waters and all that live in them.Sheol is naked before God, and Abaddon has no covering.He stretches out the north over empty space, and hangs the earth on nothing.He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not burst under them.He encloses the face of his throne, and spreads his cloud on it.He has described a boundary on the surface of the waters, and to the confines of light and darkness.The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.He stirs up the sea with his power, and by his understanding he strikes through Rahab.By his Spirit the heavens are garnished. His hand has pierced the swift serpent.Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. How small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?”

“ Remember that you magnify his work, about which men have sung.All men have looked on it. Man sees it afar off.Behold, God is great, and we don’t know him. The number of his years is unsearchable.For he draws up the drops of water, which distill in rain from his vapor,which the skies pour down and which drop on man abundantly.Yes, can any understand the spreading of the clouds, and the thunderings of his pavilion?Behold, he spreads his light around him. He covers the bottom of the sea.For by these he judges the people. He gives food in abundance.He covers his hands with the lightning, and commands it to strike the mark.Its noise tells about him, and the livestock also concerning the storm that comes up.

“ Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if you have understanding.Who determined its measures, if you know? Or who stretched the line on it?What were its foundations fastened on? Or who laid its cornerstone,when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?“ Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it broke out of the womb,when I made clouds its garment, and wrapped it in thick darkness,marked out for it my bound, set bars and doors,and said,‘ You may come here, but no further. Your proud waves shall be stopped here?’“ Have you commanded the morning in your days, and caused the dawn to know its place,that it might take hold of the ends of the earth, and shake the wicked out of it?It is changed as clay under the seal, and presented as a garment.From the wicked, their light is withheld. The high arm is broken.“ Have you entered into the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in the recesses of the deep?Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?Have you comprehended the earth in its width? Declare, if you know it all.“ What is the way to the dwelling of light? As for darkness, where is its place,that you should take it to its bound, that you should discern the paths to its house?Surely you know, for you were born then, and the number of your days is great!Have you entered the treasuries of the snow, or have you seen the treasures of the hail,which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?By what way is the lightning distributed, or the east wind scattered on the earth?Who has cut a channel for the flood water, or the path for the thunder storm,to cause it to rain on a land where there is no man, on the wilderness, in which there is no man,to satisfy the waste and desolate ground, to cause the tender grass to grow?Does the rain have a father? Or who fathers the drops of dew?Whose womb did the ice come out of? Who has given birth to the gray frost of the sky?The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.“ Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, or loosen the cords of Orion?Can you lead the constellations out in their season? Or can you guide the Bear with her cubs?Do you know the laws of the heavens? Can you establish its dominion over the earth?“ Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover you?Can you send out lightnings, that they may go? Do they report to you,‘ Here we are?’Who has put wisdom in the inward parts? Or who has given understanding to the mind?Who can count the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the containers of the sky,when the dust runs into a mass, and the clods of earth stick together?“ Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,when they crouch in their dens, and lie in wait in the thicket?Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?“ Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labor pains.Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again.“ Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.“ Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?“ The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.“ Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts,‘ Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.“ Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”

Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can’t be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be counted.

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

We can’t reach the Almighty. He is exalted in power. In justice and great righteousness, he will not oppress.