Psalms 147:17

Psalms 147:17. He casteth forth his ice like morsels :-The hailstones come like morsels, - like crumbs, that is the word, - like crumbs of ice; or, as the ice is formed upon the lake, it comes like crusts.

Either way, "He casteth forth his ice like morsels:" -

Psalms 147:17. Who can stand before his cold.

If God displays himself as fire, who can stand against his burnings? Or if he chooses to display himself in cold, there is as much of consuming force about intense cold as about vehement heat: "Who can stand before his cold?"