8 When the ocean was born,I set its boundaries
9 and wrapped it in blanketsof thickest fog.
10 Then I built a wall around it,locked the gates,
11 and said,“Your powerful waves stop here!They can go no further.”
12 Did you ever tell the sun to rise?And did it obey?
13 Did it take hold of the earthand shake out the wickedlike dust from a rug?
14 Early dawn outlines the hillslike stitches on clothingor sketches on clay.