9 When I made clouds the garment of it, Thick darkness a swaddling-band for it,
10 Marked out for it my bound, Set bars and doors,
11 And said, 'Here you may come, but no further; Here shall your proud waves be stayed?'
12 'Have you commanded the morning in your days, And caused the dawn to know its place;
13 That it might take hold of the ends of the earth, And shake the wicked out of it?
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