17 He hurls down his hail(A) like pebbles.
    Who can withstand his icy blast?

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17 He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?

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17 He casts out His hail like [a]morsels;
Who can stand before His cold?

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 147:17 fragments of food