“With whose help have you uttered
and whose breath has come out
The dead tremble
under the waters and their
Sheol is naked before God,
and Abaddon has no covering.
He stretches out the north over the
and hangs the earth on nothing.
He binds up the waters in his thick
and the cloud is not split open under
He covers the face of the full moon
and spreads over it his cloud.
He has inscribed a circle on the face of
at the boundary between light and darkness.
The pillars of heaven tremble
and are astounded at his rebuke.
By his power he stilled the sea;
by his understanding he shattered
By his wind the heavens were made
his hand pierced the fleeing
Behold, those are but the outskirts of
and how small a whisper do we hear
But the thunder of his power who