It takes on form like clay under a seal, And stands out like a garment.
That it might take hold of the ends of the earth, And the wicked be shaken out of it?
From the wicked their light is withheld, And the upraised arm is broken.
Who cover Yourself with light as with a garment, Who stretch out the heavens like a curtain.
You covered it with the deep as with a garment; The waters stood above the mountains.