7 When the morning stars sang together, And all the sons of God shouted for joy?
8 Or 'who' shut up the sea with doors, When it brake forth, 'as if' it had issued out of the womb;
9 When I made clouds the garment thereof, And thick darkness a swaddling-band for it,
10 And marked out for it my bound, And set bars and doors,
11 And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; And here shall thy proud waves be stayed?
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