from the heavens, and for each drop there is a mould in the
clouds, for were two drops to issue from the same mould,
the ground would be made so miry that it could not bring
forth any growth. It hath never happened that a mould hath
been misplaced. Should I, then, have mistaken Job for another?
Many thunderbolts I hurl from the skies, but each
one comes from its own path, for were two to proceed from
the same path, they would destroy the whole world. It hath
never happened that a path hath been misplaced. Should I,
then, have mistaken Job for another? The gazelle gives
birth to her young on the topmost point of a rock, and it
would fall into the abyss and be crushed to death, if I did
not send an eagle thither to catch it up and carry it to its
mother. Were the eagle to appear a minute earlier or later
than the appointed time, the little gazelle would perish. It