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Jehovah asked Job on his creation wonders, like the snow? Where does it come from? Where are his storehouses of snow and hail for war? Do you know? 38 Then Jehovah answered Job out of the windstorm: 2 “Who is this who is obscuring my counsel And speaking without knowledge? 3 Brace yourself, please, like a man; I will question you, and you inform me." 4 Where were you when I founded the earth?" Tell me, if you think you understand?" 22 "Have you entered the storehouses of the snow, Or have you seen the storehouses of the hail,". 23 Which I have reserved for the time of distress, For the day of battle and war?" (Job 38:1-4,22,23) jw.org IMG_7604.mov

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Who Created the Snow and the Ice Crystals? HOARFROST - ICE CRYSTALS A silvery-white deposit of ice needles formed by direct condensation at freezing temperatures. The ice crystals are long and needle shaped; usually they are perpendicular to the objects on which they occur and are most abundant along their edges. The moisture in the atmosphere freezes without passing through the liquid state, condensing on trees, plants, and other objects, usually in the night. It is often found on windows. Jehovah gives forth the hoarfrost with as much ease as a man scatters ashes with his hand. It covers, or encrusts, such things as trees, grass, and houses with a covering, just as though ashes had been scattered over them by Jehovah’s invisible hand. 38 "Then Jehovah answered Job out of the windstorm: "Have you entered the storehouses of the snow?Or have you seen the storehouses of the hail?" 23 "Which I have reserved for the time of distress, For the day of battle and war?" 29 "From whose womb did the ice emerge, And who gave birth to the frost of heaven?" 30 "When the waters are covered as if with stone, And the surface of the deep waters is frozen solid?" 16 "He sends the snow like wool; He scatters the frost just like ashes." 17 "He hurls down his hailstones like morsels of bread. Who can withstand his cold?" (Psalm 147:16,17) #jw.org

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