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Psalms 147:17

He sends his ice crystals like morsels. Who can stand firm before the face of his cold
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King James Version

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

English Standard Version

He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs; who can stand before his cold?

New International Version

He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can withstand his icy blast?