When The Almighty scattered kings in it, it was white as snow in covering.
He gives snow like wool - he scatters the morning frost like ashes.
He casts forth his ice like fragments - who can stand before his cold?
He sends out his word, and melts them - he causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Praise The Lord for the fire, and hail; snow, and vapour; stormy wind fulfilling his word.
Purge me with hyssop, and I will be clean - wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Though your sins be as scarlet, they will be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they will be as wool.
His appearance was like lightning, and covering white as snow.
His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire.
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