9 When I made a cloud its garment, and thick darkness a swaddling band for it,
10 And broke up for it my decreed [place], and set bars and doors,
11 And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
12 Hast thou commanded the morning since thy days; [and] caused the day-spring to know its place;
13 That it might take hold of the ends of earth, that the wicked might be shaken out of it?
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