Komentarz do Psalmów 147:17
מַשְׁלִ֣יךְ קַֽרְח֣וֹ כְפִתִּ֑ים לִפְנֵ֥י קָ֝רָת֗וֹ מִ֣י יַעֲמֹֽד׃
Rzuca lód Swój bryłami, przed mrozem Jego któż się ostoi.
Rashi on Psalms
He hurls His ice like crumbs The water congeals and becomes crumbs. [According to] Midrash Aggadah: like crumbs Everything [is] according to the burden of the people: the poor manaccording to his lack of clothing, He is lenient with him.
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Rashi on Psalms
who can stand that he should not become chilled from His cold?
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