9 when I made the clouds its garment,the dense clouds its wrap,
10 when I imposed my limit for it,put on a bar and doors
11 and said, "You may come this far, no farther;here your proud waves stop"?
12 In your lifetime have you commanded the morning,informed the dawn of its place
13 so it would take hold of earth by its edgesand shake the wicked out of it?
14 Do you turn it over like clay for a seal,so it stands out like a colorful garment?
15 Light is withheld from the wicked,the uplifted arm broken.