7 When the morning stars sang together, And all the sons of God shouted for joy?
8 "Or who shut up the sea with doors, When it broke forth from the womb,
9 When I made clouds the garment of it, Thick darkness a swaddling-band for it,
10 Marked out for it my bound, Set bars and doors,
11 And said, `Here you may come, but no further; Here shall your proud waves be stayed?`
12 "Have you commanded the morning in your days, And caused the dawn to know its place;
13 That it might take hold of the ends of the earth, And shake the wicked out of it?
