then seething water would have drowned us.
And said: Thus far shall you come but no farther, and here shall your proud waves stop?
Should you not fear me—oracle of the Lord— should you not tremble before me? I made the sandy shore the sea’s limit, which by eternal decree it may not overstep. Toss though it may, it is to no avail; though its billows roar, they cannot overstep.