^{6 Ref} Naked `is' Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

^{7 Ref} Stretching out the north over desolation, Hanging the earth upon nothing,

^{8 Ref} Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

^{9 Ref} Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.

^{10 Ref} A limit He hath placed on the waters, Unto the boundary of light with darkness.

^{11 Ref} Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

^{12 Ref} By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.

^{13 Ref} By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

^{14 Ref} Lo, these `are' the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?