The waters are hidden like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.
By the breath of God ice is given; and the expanse of waters is frozen tight.
Out of whose womb came the ice? And the frost of the heavens, who fathered it?
Can you bind the bands of the Pleiades, or loosen the cords of Orion?
He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be gray-headed.