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8 And He shuts up the sea with doors, || In its coming forth, it goes out from the womb. 9 In My making a cloud its clothing, || And thick darkness its swaddling band, 10 And I measure My statute over it, || And place bar and doors, 11 And say, To here you come, and no more, || And a command is placed || On the pride of your billows. Job 38:8-11, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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