Classic Poem

Who hath gathered the wind in his fists?
Who hath bound the waters in a garment?
Who hath established all the ends of the earth?
What is his name, and what is his son's name,
If thou canst tell?
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There are three things that are never satisfied,
Yea, four things say not, " It is enough " :

The grave; and the barren womb;
The earth that is not filled with water;
And the fire that saith not, " It is enough. "
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There be three things which are too wonderful for me,
Yea, four which I know not:

The way of an eagle in the air;
The way of a serpent upon a rock;
The way of a ship in the midst of the sea;
And the way of a man with a maid.
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There be four things which are little upon the earth,
But they are exceeding wise:

The ants are a people not strong,
Yet they prepare their meat in the summer;

The conies are but a feeble folk,
Yet they make their houses in the rocks;

The locusts have no king,
Yet they go forth all of them by bands;

The spider taketh hold with her hands,
And is in kings' palaces.