Ecclesiastes 11:5

My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And intricately woven in the depths of the earth;

Your eyes have seen my unshaped substance; And in Your book all of them were written The days that were formed for me, When as yet there was not one of them.

Going toward the south, Then circling toward the north, The wind goes circling along; And on its circular courses the wind returns.

“The wind blows where it wishes and you hear its sound, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who has been born of the Spirit.”