As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the bones are formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.
The wind blows where it wishes. You hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. So it
How great are Your works, O LORD, how deep are Your thoughts!
I saw every work of God, and that a man is unable to comprehend the work that is done under the sun. Despite his efforts
O, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments, and untraceable His w
Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not
How many are Your works, O LORD! In wisdom You have made them all; the earth is full of Your creatures.
For You formed my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
What exists is out of reach and very deep. Who can fathom it?
The dead tremble—those beneath the waters and those who dwell in them.
Remember to magnify His work, which men have praised in song.
the One who does great and unsearchable things, wonders without number.
Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell Me, if you have understanding.
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, and the plans You have for us—none can compare to You—if I proclaim
The Almighty is beyond our reach; He is exalted in power! In His justice and great righteousness He does not oppress.