God gathers the waters of the sea as in a bottle and puts the deeps in storehouses.
Your way was through the sea, your path, through the mighty waters; yet your footprints were unseen.
You rule the raging sea; when its waves rise, you still them.
There is the sea, great and wide, creeping things innumerable are there; living things, both great and small.
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