When I made the cloud its robe, and put thick clouds as bands round it,
And the earth was waste and without form; and it was dark on the face of the deep: and the Spirit of God was moving on the face of the waters.
Ordering a fixed limit for it, with locks and doors;
Or where were you when the sea came to birth, pushing out from its secret place;
Who has gone up to heaven and come down? who has taken the winds in his hands, prisoning the waters in his robe? by whom have all the ends of the earth been fixed? what is his name, and what is his son's name, if you are able to say?